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(^  M^v/  9,  A  1835 
CONFERENCE  AND  PK^YER  feflNGS, 


A>D    FOR 


SOCIAL  m  PRIVATE  DEVOTIO.V, 


•*  Pralfie  ye  the  Lord.'* 


'  THIRTEENTH    EBmOBT. 

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Fr.    W 


DOVER  r 


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PCBUSHJED    BT    THK    FREE-WILL    BAPTIST    raiWlllrO 
X9TABLI3HlI£nT. 

WM.    BUKR,   f  RJ.WTEW* 

1856. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  tne 
year  1847,  by  the  Free- will  Baptist  Print- 
ing Establisliment,  in  the  Clerk's  Office 
of  the  District  Court  of  New  Hampshire. 


I  n.>^ 


HYMNS 


1  c.  :m. 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  oavii  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  liis  name  r 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
"NVliilc  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  sccis  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

ilust  I  not  stem  the  flood  r 
Is  tliis  vile  Avorld  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Suf-e  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ! 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

6  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  view  the  triimiph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 


4  SACRED    MELODIJKS. 

6  Wlien  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  vietory  through  the  skies — 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

2  c.  :\i. 

1  IX  e^-il  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear  ; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood  ; 
AVho  hxed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  to  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  liis  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  liim  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

'•  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus  v/hile  his  death  my  sin  displays, 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Buch  are  the  mysteries  of  his  graces 
It  seafe  a  phrdbn  tdo. 


8AC11F.T)    MELODIES.  . 

I  L.  :m. 

1  JESFS  my  all  to  heaven  has  gone, 
lie  whom  I  fixed  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highv.-ay  of  hoHness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  j^aths  ai-e  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not  • 
My  grief  a  burden  long  had  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Savior  say, 

**  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way  !" 

5  Lo,  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I  am  : 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give. 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Now  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
"What  a  dear  Sa^dor  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  behold  the  way  to  God  ! 


6  SACRED    MELODIES. 


4  C.  M. 

1  THE  rains  descended,  and  the  floods 

My  soul's  foundations  tried  ; 
While  one  by  one  each  cherished  hope, 

Like  "waning  rush-lights  died. 
And  lone  and  desolate  I  heard 

The  elemental  din  ; 
Yet  light  amid  the  darkness  broke  ^- 

A  sunbeam  shone  A\ithin. 

2  Out  on  the  crested  wave  I  rode, 

AVhen  the  great  sea  arose, 
And  challenged  -with  its  thunder-cry 

The  stormy  winds  as  foes. 
Then  barks  were  -s^-reck'd,  and  men  went 
down 

Beneath  the  billoAvy  brine  ; 
But  in  that  temi^cst  of  despair, 

The  svui-beam  still  was  mine. 

3  The  trust  in  God,  I'll  hold  it  fast, 

In  peril  and  in  pain, 
Until  that  glorious  Sun  arise, 

AVhich  ne'er  shall  set  again. 
Oh  when  by  death's  dim  phantom  led, 

I  tread  the  shadowy  vale. 
Still  shall  this  perfect  peace  be  mine, 

Though  flesh  and  heart  should  fail. 

5  p.  M. 

1  HOW  precious  is  the  name,  brethren  sing,  brethren 

sing, 
How  precious  is  the  name,  brethren  sing, 


SACRED    MELODIES.  7 

fKovr  precious  is  the  name  of  Christ  our  Paschal  Lamb, 
Who  bore  our  sia  and  shame,  on  the  tree,  on  the  tree. 

2  I've  giv€n  all  for  Christ,  he's  my  all,  he's  my  all, 
I've  given  all  for  Clirist,  he's  my  all ; 

I've  given  all  for  Christ,  and  ray  spirit  cannot  rest, 
Unless  he's  in   my  breast,   reigning  there,  reigning 
there. 

3  His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear,  with  delight,  with  delight. 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  hear,  with  delight  ; 

His  easy  yoke  I'il  bear,  and  his  cross  I  will  not  fear, 
His  name  I  will  declare,  evermore,  evermore. 

4  I  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul,  in  my  soul, 
I  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul ; 

I  feel  the  love  of  God,  in  my  heart  't  is  shed  abroad, 
And  I  will  swrve  my  God,  here  below,  hei'e  below. 


6 


p.  M. 


1  I  KXEW  I  was  a  sinner,  the  call  it  was  l»uci 
To  r^ent  -of  lav  sins,  and  give  up  to  the  Lord  ; 
Bat,  0  !  what  distress  my  soul  then  was  in, 
While  I  was  a  seeker  and  yet  in  my  sin  I 

2  For  mercy,  for  mercy  aloud  I  did  call, 

But  I  CDuld  not  find  mercy  till  I  gave  up  my  all ; 
And  I  gave  up  my  all,  and  the  burden  did  go. 
And,  0  !  v.hat  a  love  in  my  heart  theu  did  flow. 

3  What  a  bright  glowing  light  in  lay  heart  theu  did 

shine, 
I  wonder'd,  I  wonder'd  tJae  Ivord  was  so  kind 
As  to  open  mine  eyes,  and  give  me  to  see 
What  a  merciful  Savior  liad  suffered  for  me. 

4  What  joy  and  what  glory  then  thrilled  through  my 

heart. 
Which  made  me  quite  willing  with  sinners  to  part ; 
Ant\  I  knew  I  was  willing  to  let  my  name  go  ; 
And  join  with  the  saints  in  tliis  union  belo^r. 


8  SACKED    MELODIK*. 

5  Come  all  jou  poor  mourners  who  fee)  your  rtistreas. 
Come,  come  unto  Jesus,  and  you  shall  find  rest ; 
The  door  of  salvation  is  f^pen  and  free, 
Come  in  now  this  moment  and  happy  you'll  be. 

8  There's  jriy  with  the  angels,  there's  joy  -with  the 
saints, 
When  the  news  reaches  heaven  that  a  sinner  repents. 
Accept  of  salvation,  no  longer  delay. 
For  the  voice  of  Free  Grace  cries  to-day  and  to-tlay. 


7  C.  M. 

1  THIS  book  is  aU  that's  left  me  ixovr  I 

Tears  w-ill  unbidden  start ; 
With  falt'ring  lip  and  throbbing  brow» 

I  press  it  to  my  heart ; 
For  many  generations  pass'd, 

Here  is  our  family  tree  ; 
My  mother's  hands  this  Bible  clasp' d — 

She,  dying,  gaye  it  me. 

2  Ah  !  well  do  I  remember  those 

Whose  names  these  records  bear  ; 
Who  round  the  hearth- stone  used  to  close. 

After  the  eyening  prayer  ; 
And  speak  of  what  these  pages  said, 

In  tones  my  heart  Avould  tiiriU  ! 
Tho'  they  are  with  the  silent  dead, 

Here  are  they  liying  still. 

Z  My  father  read  this  holy  book 
To  brothers,  sisters  dear — 
How  calm  was  my  poor  mother's  look. 
Who  loved  God's  word  to  hear. 


iSAfRfU    MKLODflCS.  9 

Her  angel  face — I  see  it  yet ! 

AVhat  thronging  memories  come  ! 
Again  that  little  group  is  met, 
AVithin  the  "walls  of  home. 

Thon  truest  friend  man  ever  knew, 

Thy  constancy  I've  tried  ; 
When  all  were  false  I've  found  thee  true. 

My  counsellor  and  guide. 
The  miiaes  of  earth  no  treasure  give, 

That  could  this  A'olume  buy — 
In  teaching  me  the  way  to  live, 

It  learnt  me  how  to  die. 


8 


1  I'M  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 

I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  sroinj? 

To  where  the  streamlets  are  ever  flowing. 

2  There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining, 

I  am  longing,  I  am  longmg  for  the  sight ; 
Within  a  country  unknown  and  dreary, 
I  have  been  wandering  forlorn  and  weary. 

3  Of  that  country  to  which  I'm  going, 

My  Ptcdeemer,  my  Kedeemer  is  the  light ; 
There  ls  no  sorrow,  or  any  sighing, 
Or  any  sinning,  or  any  djing. 

9  p.  M. 

1  SAW  ye  my  Savior  !  Saw  ye  my  Savior  ! 
Saw  ye  my  Savior,  the  Lord  ! 


10  SACRED    MEI-ODIES. 

O  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purcliase  our  pardon  with  blood  ! 

2  He  was  extended,  he  was  extended. 
Painfully  nail'd  to  the  cross  : 

There  he  bowed  his  head  and  died, 
There  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding,   Jesus  hung  bleeding, 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain  ; 

And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 
Tlirough  creation's  vast  extent. 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  dear  Lamb. 

4  Darkness  prevailed,  darkness  prevailed, 
Day  was  concealed  o'er  the  land  ; 

And  the  sun  refused  to  shine 
"SMiile  liis  majesty  divine 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

5  "WTien  it  was  finished,  when  it  was  finished, 
And  the  atonement  was  made, 

He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalmed  in  spices  sweet, 
And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail,  mighty  Savior,  hail,  mighty  Savior, 
Prince  and  the  Author  of  Peace, 

Soon  he  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
And  triumphant,  fi'om  the  earth, 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  11 

7  There  interceding,  there  interceding, 
Pleading  that  sinners  may  Hve, 

Crying,  "  See  my  hands  and  side, 
Father,  I  -was  crucified 
To  redeem  them,  I  pray  thee  forgive." 

8  "I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them 
"When  they  repent  and  believe  ; 

Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 

And  be  reconciled  to  me, 

And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive." 

10  8s.  &7s. 

1  XOW  behold  the  Sa^-ior  pleading. 

At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart ; 
Xow  in  heaven  he's  interceding, 
L'ndertakmg  sinner's  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  the  Savior  ? 

Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  he  died  for  your  behaA-ior — 

Xow  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 

2  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Savior, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day  ; 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behavior, 
O  repent,  return  and  pray. 

3  O  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  the  bed  of  dying  strife  ! 
Endless  joy,  or  dreadful  anguish. 
Turn  upon  th'  events  of  hfe  ! 


12  SACEKD    MELOUIE8. 

4  Now  he's  waitiiic;  to  be  s^racioiis  ; 

Xow  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee  ; 
See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shine  ai-ound  on  you  and  me  ! 

5  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him, 

Bid  the  Savior  welcome  in  ; 
Now  receive,  and  O,  adore  him  ; 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 

6  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready  ; 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more ; 
O  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store. 

11  lis.  &  10s. 

1  COSrE  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you  lanpuish, 

Come  at  the  mercy  seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  an 
puish ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure  ; 
Here  speaks  the  comforter,  in  mercy  saying. 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  euro. 

3.  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life,  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above  j 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared — come  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  Heaven  can  remove. 

12  p.  M. 

1  BRETHREN,  we  have  met  for  worship, 
And  to  adore  the  Lord  our  God  ; 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power, 
While  we  wait  upon  the  Lord  r 


SACRED    MELODIES.  13 

All  is  vain  unless  the  Spirit 
Of  the  Holy  One  conies  dowTi  ; 

Brethren,  pray,  and  heavenly  manna 
"Will  be  sho-Nvered  all  around. 

2  Don't  you  see  poor  sinners  round  you, 

Slmnbering  on  the  brink  of  M'oe  ? 
Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving, 

Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go  ? 
See  yoiu-  fathers,  and  your  mothers, 

And  your  children  sinking  down  ; 
Brethren,  pray  -with  all  your  power. 

And  the  blessing  vnl\  come  doAATi. 

3  Don't  yoii  see  the  poor  backsHders, 

"Who  were  once  near  heaven's  door  ; 
But  they've  wandered  from  the  Savior, 

And  are  woi-se  than  e'er  before  ; 
But  the  Savior  oifers  pardon, 

If  thev  Avill  to  him  return  ; 
Brethren,  pray  A\ith  all  your  power, 

And  the  blessing  A^ill  come  do%\'n. 

4  Sisters,  will  you  join  and  help  us  ? 

Moses'  sister  helped  him  ; 
Will  you  seek  the  trembling  mourners 

Who  are  strugghng  hard  -with  sin  ? 
Tell  them  all  about  the  Savior, 

Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found  ; 
Sisters,  pray  with  all  yoiu:  power, 

And  the  blessing  vail  come  down. . 

6  Let  us  love  the  Lord  supremely, 
Lfet  us  iove  each  other,  too ; 


14  gACKKU    MKL(Ji>lE.S. 

Let  US  love  and  pray  for  sinners, 
Till  the  Lord  creates  them  new, 

Soon  he'll  call  us  home  to  glory, 
At  his  table  we'll  sit  do-mi ; 

Christ  "tt'ill  gird  himself  and  serve  us 
"With  sweet  manna  all  around. 

13  c.  p.  M. 

1  "WTIEX  thou,  my  righteous   Judge,  shalt 

come, 
To  call  thy  ransom' d  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  : 
Shall  such  a  Avorthless  Avorm  as  I, 
AVho  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  : 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  throne  to  bow- 
Though  weakest  of  them  all, 

And  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 

To  have  my  worthless  name  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ; 
Be  thou,  dear  Iiord,  my  hiding  place, 

In  that  expected  day. 
Thy  pard'ning  voice,  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  each  unbelieving  fear, 

iS^or  let  me  fall  I  pray. 

4  Among  thv  saints  let  me  be  found, 
"Whene'er  th'   Archangel's  trump  shall 

sound 
To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 


SACRED    MELODIES,  15 

Then  loud  tlirough  all  the  crow'd  I'll  sing, 
"While  heav'n's  resounding  mansions  ring, 
"SVith  shouts  of  boundless  grace. 

14  S.  M. 

1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  di-y  ? 
Let  tiood^  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  fi-om  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonish' d,  O  my  soul  I 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee, 

3  He  "vvept  that  v.'e  might  weep, 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  founds 
And  there's  no  weeping  there, 

15  p.  M. 

1  GLOEY  to  God  that  I  have  found 

The  pearl  of  my  salvation, 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground. 

Up  to  oiu:  heavenly  station  ; 
And  I'm  resolved  to  follow  on, 

And  never  to  forsake  liim, 
I'll  always  keep  this  naiTow  way, 
Until  I  overtake  him. 

2  Fear  not,  says  Chri?t,  ye  little  flock. 

Heirs  of  innnortal  glors" ; 
You're  built  upon  the  surest  rock, 
The  kingdom  lies  before  ycju  ;   ■ 


r6'  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Figlit  on,  fight  on,  ye  heirs  of  grace, 

And  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
I'm  ahvavs  with  mv  httle  flock, 

I'll  bring  them  home  to  glory. 

16  p.  M. 

1  BARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert, 

Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way, 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow. 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day  : 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go. 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  satan 

Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

2  O  voung  soldier,  are  vou  wearv 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way  ? 
Does  your  strength  begm  to  fail  you  ? 

And  your  vigor  to  decay  r 
Jesus,  Jesus,  will  go  with  you  : 

He  ^^ill  lead  you  to  his  throne; 
He  who  dy'd  his  garments  for  you* 

And  the  wine -press  trod  alone. 

S  O  their  crowns,  how  bright  they  sparklei 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore : 
They  have  gone  to  richer  pastures, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there. 
Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits, 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear  ; 
Grief  nor  sorrow,  pain  nor  anguish, 

Shall  no  moire  dlstrtes  you  there. 


SACEED    MELODIES.  17 

17  p.  M. 

1  THE  pure  testimony  poured  fortii  in  the  Spirit 

Cut:~  like  a  keeu  two-edfred  s^'ord  ; 
And  hyjiocrites  now  are  most  sorely  tormented. 

Because  tlicj^'re  condemned  by  the  word. 
Tlie  pure  testimony  discovers  tlic  dross, 
"SVhiie  wicked  proffssors  make  li<iht  of  the  cross  ; 
And  Babylon  trembles  for  fear  of  her  loss. 

2  Is  not  the  time  come  for  the  church  to  be  gather'd 

Into  the"one  Spirit  of  God  r 
Baptiz'd  by  one  Spirit  into  the  one  body, 

Partakinfr  Christ's  tlesh  and  liis  blood  ? 
They  drink  in  one  spirit,  which  makes  them  all  see 
They  are  one  in  Christ  Jesus,  wherever  they  be, 
The  Jew  and  the  Gentile,  the  bond  and  the  free. 

3  Then  blow  ye  the  trumpet  in  pure  testimony, 

And  let  tlie  world  hear  it  again  ; 
O  come  ye  from  Babylon,  Ej/ypt  and  Sodom, 

And  make  yor.v  way  o\  cr  the  plain  ; 
And  fiird  on  your  armor,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
For  Christ  sliall  direct  you  by  his  liunc  wordj 
Tiie  pure  testimony  will  cut  like  a  sword. 

4  The  great  prince  of  darkness  is  must'ring  his  forces, 

To  make  you  his  pris'ners  again. 
By  flat'ries,  reproaclics,  and  \ile  persecution, 

That  you  in  his  cause  may  remain  : 
But  shun  his  temptations,  wherever  they  lay, 
And  fear  not  his  ser-i  ants  whatever  they  say  ; 
The  pure  testimony  will  give  you  the  day. 

5  The  world  will  not  persecute  those  who  are  like  them, 

But  hold  them  the  same  as  their  own  ; 
The  pure  testimony  cries  up  separation, 

And  calls  you  your  lives  to  lay  down. 
Come  out  from  their  spirit  and  practices  too, 
The  track  of  the  Savior  keey)  still  in  your  view; 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  the  way  through. 

6  The  battle  is  coming  between  the  two  kingdoms, 

The  armies  will  gather  anon  ; 


1$  gACRED    MELOI>lii-'s. 

The  pure  testimony  and  vile  pereecutlon 

Will  come  to  close  battle  ere  lung : 
Then  wash  all  your  robes  in  the  blood  of  tJiC  Lamb, 
And  walk  in  the  spirit  as  Jesus  has  done  ; 
In  pure  testimony  you  will  overcome. 


18 


lis. 


1  HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  iu  his  excellent  word  I 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said. 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness  and  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  irv  wealth. 
At  home  or  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

'  As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever  be.' 

3  »  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  0  be  not  dismayed  ; 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand. 
Upheld  by  my  righteous  omtjipotent  hand, 

4  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  wr^e  shall  not  thee  overfiow  ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all  suificient  &haH  be  thy  supply  ; 

The  flame  s-hall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  desian 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove 
Impartial,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn. 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne.' 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose. 
He  will  not,  he  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  <Bhak«>, 
He'll  never — no  never — no  never  forsake. 


gACKED    MELODIES.  19 

19  L.  M. 

1  W^EIERE  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  blessed  Lord, 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  gi-ace  : 
And  offer  solemn  pray'r  and  praise, 

2  "  There,"  saith  the  Savior,  "  A^ill  I  be, 
Amid  this  little  company, 

To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 
And  shed  my  glory  round  the  place." 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  ; 

Now  send  thy  Sphit  from  above, 
And  fill  our  heaits  with  heavenly  love. 

20  p.  M. 

1  COME,  my  brethren,  let  us  try, 

For  a  little  season  ; 
Every  burden  to  lay  by. 
Come  and  let  us  reason. 

2  What  is  this  that  casts  you  down, 

AVhat  is  this  that  gi-ieves  you  ? 
Speak  and  let  the  worst  be  kno^WTi, 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

3  Think  on  what  your  Sa^dor  bore. 

In  the  gloomy  garden  ; 
Sweating  blood  from  every  pore, 
Crymg,  O  my  Father. 

4  See  him  nailed  to  the  tree, 

Bleeding,  groaning,  dying ; 


20  SACRED    MELODIES. 

See  he  suffered  this  for  thee, 
Therefore  be  believing. 

5  Joseph  took  his  body  down, 

Shi'onded  it  in  linen  ; 
Laid  it  in  the  silent  tomb, 
And  returned  mom-ning. 

6  Soon  he  rises  from  the  tomb. 

Angels  Hy  from  glory. 
O  what  glory  shone  around, 
Hallelujah,  glory. 

7  Brethren,  don't  you  feel  the  flame  ? 

Sisters,  don't  you  love  him  r 
Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name. 
Let  us  never  grieve  him. 

8  Soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more. 

Soon  we'll  be  in  heaven  ; 
There  to  join  AAith  those  above. 
And  forever  praise  him. 

21  P.  M. 

1  FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise. 

That  hati-ed  is  conquered  by  love  ? 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 

That  natm-e  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground. 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  21 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  all  united  in  love, 
"VMiere  Jesus  has  gone  we  shall  be. 
In  vonder  blest  mansion  above. 

4  Then  why  so  reluctant  to  pai't, 

Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again  ? 
Engraved  on  Imnianuel's  heart. 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 

And  join  mth  the  angels  above, 
No  longer  confined  to  this  clay, 
United  vdih  Jesus  in  love  : 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see. 
And  sing.  Hallelujah,  Amen, 
Amen  !  even  so  let  it  be. 

22  p.  M. 

1  AVHITHER  goest  thou,   pilgTim  stranger, 
Wandering  through  this  lonely  vale  r 
Knowest  thou  not  't  is  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thv  couji'age  fail  ? 

CHORUS. 

No,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
"Will  vou  20  to  glorv  "with  me  ? 
Hallelujah,  O  hallelujah, 
I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom. 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me. 
Hallelujah,  praise  ye  the  Lord. 


22  SACRED   MEL0DIE5. 

2  Pilgrim  thou  hast  justly  called  me, 

Passing  through  this  waste  so  wide  ; 
But  no  harm  can  e'er  befall  me, 

AVhile  I'm  blessed  mth  such  a  guide. 

3  Such  a  guide  !     Xo  guide  attends  thee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise  : 
If  some  guai'dian  power  befriend  thee, 
'T  is  unseen  by  human  eyes. 

4  Yes,  unseen,  but  still  believe  me, 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend ; 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 

6  Pilgrim,  sec  that  stream  before  thee, 
Darkly  ■^^■inding  through  the  vale ; 
Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
"Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  r 

6  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend  ; 
Thence  to  plunge  'tvrHl  be  delightful, 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

7  "WTiile  I  gazed,  with  speed  stu'prising 

Down  the  stream  she  plunged  from  sight ! 
Gazing  still  I  saM'  her  rising. 
Like  an  angel  cloth' d  with  light. 

8  Cestse,  my  soul,  this  mourning,  cr^T-ug, 

Death  will  burst  the  sullen  gloom  ; 
Soon  my  spirit,  flutt'ring,  fl}"iug, 
Will  be  borne  bevond  the  tomb. 


8ACHKD    MELODIES.  23 


78. 


23 

1  BRETHREX,  while  we  sojourn  here. 
Fight  ^^^e  must  but  should  not  fear  ; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  who  loves  us  to  the  end  ; 
Forward  then,  M-ith  courage  go, 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  vnH.  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 
Lie  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan,  -with  mahcious  art, 
"Watches  each  unguarded  heart ; 
But  from  satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be ; 
Soon  the  jo}"ful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home. 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
Xone  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet — 
None  betray  us  into  sin. 
Like  the  foes  we  have  within ; 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 
Christ  -v^-ili  also  conquer  these. 
Then  the  jo^-ful  news  will  come. 
Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

24  L.  M. 

I  WTIEN  marshall'd  on  "the  nightly  plain, 
The  flittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 


24  SACKED    MELODIES. 

One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wanderino-  eve. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Savior  speaks, 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark. 
The  ocean  yawn'd  and  rudely  blow'd 
The  ^^'ind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark* 

4  Deep  hoi-ror  then  my  ^itals  froze. 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  stai-  arose, 
It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  gtude,  my  light,  my  all. 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  : 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall. 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  mcor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Porever  and  forevemiore. 

The  star — the  5Jtar  of  Bethlehem. 

25  s.  M. 

1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone  ; 
The  evenmg  shades  appear  ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well. 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 


SACKED    MELODIES-  25' 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest : 
So  death  -svill  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  "\ve  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  Avhile  wq  sleep. 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  ^ve  early  rise. 

And  viev\'  the  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thv  love. 

26  lis, 

1  TO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neie:hhors  to  part. 
And  go  from  my  home  aifecls  not  my  heart, 

Like  the  thouL-ht  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day 
From  that  blest  retreat  where  I've  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Dear  bower,  where  the  pine  and  the  poplar  have  sprea<3 
And  woven  their  brandies  a  roof  o'er  my  head, 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 

And  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Savior  in  prayer. 

3  The  early  shrill  notes  of  a  loved  nightingale, 
That  dwelt  in  my  bower  I  observed  as  my  bell. 
To  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praises  as  I  went  to  prayer. 


26  8ACRED    MELODIES. 

4  'Twas  under  the  covert  of  that  pleasant  grove, 
That  Jesus  my  Savior  my  guilt  did  remove  : 
Presented  himself  as  the  only  true  way 

Of  life  and  salvation,  and  taught  me  to  pray. 

5  Hovr  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfumed  with  the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  the  wild  eelantiue ; 

But  sweeter,  0  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

6  For  Jesus,  my  Savior,  oft  deign'd  me  to  meet. 
And  bless  with  his  presence  my  humble  retreat ; 
Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  blessedness  there, 
Inditing  in  heaven's  own  language  my  prayer. 

T  Dear  bow<er,  I  must  leave  you  and  bid  you  adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new  ; 
"Well  knowing  my  Savior  resides  every  where. 
And  will  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 

27  c.  M. 

1  AS  on  the  cross  the  Savior  htmg. 

And  ^vept  and  bled  and  died, 
He  poiu'ed  salvation  on  a  wTetch, 
That  languished  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 

The  penitent  confessed  ; 
Then  turned  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  Ms  jirayer  addressed  : 

3  •'  Jesus,  thou  son  and  heir  of  heav'n, 

Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God  1 
I  sec  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  weltering  in  thy  blood. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  27 

4  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  woe. 

In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 
Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

Dear  Savior,  think  on  me, 
And  in  the  victories  of  thy  death, 
Let  me  a  sharer  be." 

6  His  prayer  the  d^'ing  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies, 
To-day  thy  j^arting  soul  shalt  be 
With  me  in  paradise. 

28  c.  M. 

1  "WHAT  heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 

Salvation  sounding  free ; 
Ye  souls  in  bondage  lend  an  ear. 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2  How  sweetly  do  the  tidings  roll, 

All  round  from  sea  to  sea, 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole, 
Tliis  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  Good  news,  good  news  to  Adam's  race, 

Let  Chi-istians  all  a^ree 
To  sing  redeeming  love  and  grace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery. 
And  bids  them  welcome  home  to  peace, 
This  IK  the  Jubilee. 


28  8ACRED    MELODIES. 

5  Jesus  is  on  his  mercy  seat, 

Before  Mm  bend  the  knee  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

6  Sinners,  be  ^^ise,  return  and  come, 

Unto  the  SaA'ior  flee  ; 
The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

7  Come,  ye  redeemed,  your  tribute  bring, 

"With  sonsrs  of  hai"monv  ; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing. 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

29  8s.  &  7s. 

1  COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodioiis  sonnet. 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Kaise  the  mount,  O  fix  me  on  it ! — 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

3  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure. 
Safely  to  ai-rive  at  home. 

4  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

AVandermg  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  29 

5  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  gi-ace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

6  Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

30  s.  M. 

1  COME  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  the  place  ; 
Peligion  never  was  design' d 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing. 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  men  of  gi'ace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below, 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

o  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenlv  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 


30  8ACRED    MKL0DIE3. 

6  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear-  be  dry  ; 
T\^e'remai-ch'g  thi'o'  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  higb. 


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31  L.  M. 

1  AVHEX  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell 
What  beauties  in  my  Savior  dwell ; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too. 

2  My  best  beloved  keeps  his  thi-one 

On  hills  of  light  in  worlds  imknown  ; 
But  he  descends  and  shows  his  face, 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  stand, 
He  feeds  among  the  spicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  show  their  spotless  heads. 

4  He  has  engross' d  my  warmest  love. 
No  earthly  charms  my  soul  can  move  ; 
I  have  a  mansion  in  iiis  heart, 

Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  make  us  part. 

o  He  takes  my  soul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  shows  me  where  his  glories  are  ; 
Nor  ear  hath  heard,  nor  tongiie  can  tell 
What  raptures  in  his  presence  dwell. 

6  O  may  my  sphit  daily  rise 

On  Mings  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove, 
To  dwell  forever  with  mv  love. 


tACllED    >I£L01>1E«.  3i 

82  c.  M. 

1  SALVATION  !  0,  the  joj-ful  sound  ! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  : 
A  soT'rei2:n  balm  for  every  v.'oimd, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buri'd  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  Ave  lay  ; 
But  "sve  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

Wliile  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

4  Salvation  !   O,  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs  ! 
Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

33  H.  M. 

1  BY  whom  was  David  taught 

To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliah  fought 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
No  sword  nor  spear  the  stripHng  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

2  'T  was  Israel's  God  and  King 

^Vho  sent  him  to  the  fight,     , 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 
And  skill  to  aim  aright. 


32  SACRED    MELODIES. 


Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  DaA'id's  God  is  yours. 


3  "V\Tio  ordered  Gideon  forth 

To  storm  the  inyadcr's  camp, 
"SVith  ai-ms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpet  made  his  coming  knoT^Ti, 
And  all  the  host  was  overthl•o^\^l. 

4  Oh  !  I  haye  seen  the  day, 

When  ^^ith  a  single  word, 
God  helping  me  to  say, 

<'  My  trust  is  in  the'  Lord." 
My  soul  has  quell' d  a  thousand  foes. 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 

5  But  unbelief,  self- Mill, 

Self-righteousness  and  pride. 
How  often  do  they  steal 

My  \^eapons  from  my  side  ! 
Yet  Dayid's  Lord  and  Gideon's  Friend 
"Will  help  Ms  seryant  to  the  end. 

34  c.  M. 

1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  eyery  fear. 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  froA^-ning  world. 


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3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
Mav  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
yiy  God,  my  heayen,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heayenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

35  c.  p.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes ; 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes  ; 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Hefreshing  showers  of  grace  diAone 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground, 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound, 

A  fi-uitful  soil  become  ! 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
AMien  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gTacious  work  is  now  begun. 

My  soul  a  witne&s  is  ; 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon's  free 
Fur  all  mankind  as  well  as  me, 

Who  comes  to  Christ  may  hve. 

The  worst  of  sinners  here  may' find 
A  Sa\-ior  pitiful  and  kind, 

3 


34  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Who  -will  them  all  receive  ! 
None  are  too  late  who  ^\il\  repent ; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went : 

The  Lord  did  him  reheve. 

5  Come,  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Ovir  trials  and  our  troubles  here 
"Will  only  make  us  richer  there. 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  Amen,  Amen,  my  soul  rephes, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there  ; 
Now  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

36  s.  M. 

1  WELCOME  sweet  day  of  rest 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  revising  breast. 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amid  the  place, 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  35 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


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L.  M.  Double. 


YOUXG  people,  all  attention  give, 

"SVhile  I  address  you  in  God's  name, 
You  who  in  sm  and  folly  live, 

Come  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend. 
I  sought  for  bhss  in  ghttering  toys. 

And  rang'd  th'  alluring  scenes  of  life ; 
But  never  knew  substantial  joys 

Till  I  obeyed  my  Savior's  voice. 

He  spoke  at  once  my  sins  forgiv'n, 

And  wash'd  my  load  of  guilt  away ; 
He  gave  me  glory,  peace  and  heav'n, 

And  thus  I  found  the  heav'nly  way. 
And  now  ^A-ith  ti-embling  sense  I  view, 

Huge  billows  roll  beneath  youjr  feet, 
For  death  eternal  waits  for  you, 

"SMio  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 

Youth  like  the  spring  vdU  soon  be  gone, 

By  rolling  years  or  sudden  death ; 
Your  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 

And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark. 
Your  sparkhng  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks 

Must  ■vsither  like  the  blasted  rose ; 
The  coffin,  earth,  and  ^^-inding  sheet 

Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 


36  SACRED    MELODIES. 

4  O,  careless  youth,  this  is  the  state 

Of  all  "vvho  do  free  grace  refuse  ; 
And  soon  ^^ith  you  't  will  be  too  late, 

The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose. 
Come,  lay  yoiu-  carnal  weapons  by  ; 

No  longer  fight  against  your  God  ; 
But  with  the  gospel  now  comply, 

And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


38 


lis.  &  10s. 


1  H^VIL  thou  blest  morn,  when  the  great  Merliator, 

Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends  ; 

Shepherds  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 

Lo  !  for  his  guide  the  bright  angels  attend. 

CHORUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning. 
Shine  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 

Star  in  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Savior  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Eden,  and  oflPrings  divine. 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure  ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

39  c.  M. 

1  COME,  anxious  sinner,  in  Avhose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  reyolve  ; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  37 

Come,  -with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress' d, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in,  /* 

Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate,  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone  '' 

Without  his  pardoning  grace. 

4  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives. 
Perhaps  he  may  command  me  touch, 
And  then  the  suppHant  hves. 

5  Perhaps  he  -will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  ^^iU  hear  my  pray'r  ; 
But  if  I  perish  I  ^^ill  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 

40  p.  M. 

1  O  HOW  happy  are  they, 

Who  their  Savior  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  ! 

Tongue  can  never  express, 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 


38  SACRED   MELODIES. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  di\'ine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb — 
"When  my  heart  first  behev'd, 
'\Miat  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 

"WTiat  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  dear  name  ! 

3  'T  was  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 
And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

» 4  Jesus  all  the  dav  long, 
"Was  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 
««  He  hath  lov'd  me,"  I  cried, 
"  He  hath  suffered  and  died, 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me." 

5  On  the  Agings  of  his  love, 
I  was  carried  above 

All  my  sins,  and  temptations,  and  pain, 

And  I  could  not  beheve 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  O  the  raptiu-ous  height 
Of  that  holy  dehght, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  hfe- giving  blood  I 

Of  my  Sa^aor  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  bless*  d, 
And  was  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God. 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  39 


C.  M. 


1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
"Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past. 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  care  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempest  driven. 

5  Thus  when  life's  toilsome  dav  is  o'er, 

May  its  departmg  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


42 


p.  M. 


1  YE  objects  of  sense  and  enjoyments  of  time. 

Which  oft  have  delighted  my  heart  ; 
I  soon  shall  exchange  you  for  joys  more  sublime. 
And  joys  that  will  never  depart. 

2  Thou  lord  of  the  day  and  thou  queen  of  the  night, 

To  me  ye  uo  longer  are  known  ; 


40  SACRED    MELODIES. 

I  soon  shall  behold  with  increasing  delight, 
A  Sun  that  will  never  go  down. 

8  Ye  wonderful  orbs  that  astonish  mine  eyes, 
Your  glories  recede  from  my  sight ; 
I  soon  shall  contemplate  more  beautiful  skies, 
And  stars  more  transcendeutly  bright. 

4  Ye  mountains  and  valleys,  ye  rivers  and  plains. 

Thou  earth  and  thou  ocean  adieu  ; 
More  permanent  regions  where  righteousness  reigns, 
Present  their  bright  hills  to  my  view, 

5  My  weeping  relations,  my  brethren  and  friends, 

Whose  hearts  are  entwined  with  my  own — 
Adieu  for  the  present,  my  spirit  ascends 
Where  friendship  immortal  is  known. 

6  The  wrongs  of  transgressors  shall  grieve  me  no  more. 

Midst  foes  I  no  longer  reside; 
My  conflict  with  sin  and  with  sinners  is  o'er, 
With  saints  I  shall  ever  abide. 

7  No  lurking  temptation,  defilement  or  fear. 

Again  shall  disquiet  my  breast ; 
In  Jesus'  fair  image  I  soon  shall  appear. 
Forever  ineffably  blest. 

8  Ye  Sabbaths  below  which  have  been  my  delight, 

And  now  thou  blest  volume  divine ; 
You've  guided  my  footsteps  like  stars  during  night. 
Adieu  my  conductors  benign. 

9  Thou  tottering  seat  of  disease  and  of  pain, 

Adieu  my  dissolving  abode  ; 
I  soon  shall  behold  and  possess  thee  again, 
A  beautiful  building  of  God. 

10  Come,  come,  my  dear  Jesus,  come  quickly  release 

The  soul  thou  hast  bought  with  thy  blood, 
And  make  me  ascend  the  fair  regions  of  peace, 
To  feast  on  the  smiles  of  my  God. 


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43 


p.  M. 

1  BEGONE  unbelief,  my  Savior  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief,  will  surely  appear  ; 

By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  all  he  will  perform, 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'T  is  mine  to  obey,  't  is  his  to  provide  ; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  h§  hath  spoken  will  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  times  past  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink. 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer,  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite  thro'. 

4  Being  willing  to  save,  he  watch'd  o'er  mj-  path 
"When  satan's  blind  slave  I  sported  with  death: 
And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  his  name. 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me,  to  put  me  to  shame  ? 

5  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptations  or  pain  ?  he  told  me  no  less  ; 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation  must  follow  their  Lord. 

6  How  bitter  that  cup,  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up  that  sinners  might  live  ! 
His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than  mine. 
Did  Jesus  thus  sufifer,  and  shall  I  repine  ? 

7  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food  ; 

Tho'  painful  at  present,  't  will  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  0  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's  song. 

44  7s.  &  6s. 

1  O  WHEN  shaU  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  ^vith  him  above, 
And  from  that  flo-wing  fountain 
Drink  everlasting  love. 


42  SACKED    MELODIES. 

AVTien  shall  I  be  delivered 
From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 

And  v.-ith  my  blessed  Jesus 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in  r 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  Captain's  gone  before ; 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bade  me  not  give  o'er. 
If  I  continue  faithful, 

A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  vahant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer  though  I  die  ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  Agings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
And  O,  my  friends,  be  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles, 

And  trials  on  yoiu*  way. 
Then  cast  youi'  cares  on  Jesus, 

And  do  n't  forget  to  pray  ; 
Gu'd  on  the  heavenlv  armor 

Of  faith  and  hope  and  love, 
And  when  the  combat's  ended. 

He'll  carry  you  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discourag'd. 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend  ; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  43 

And  if  YOli  want  more  knoAvledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend  ; 
Neither  "SA-ill  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request ; 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet 

Shall"  rend  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  bid  the  entombed  milhons 

From  their  cold  beds  arise, 
Our  ransom' d  dust  revived, 

Bright  beauties  shall  put  on, 
And  soar  to  the  blest  mansions 

"WTiere  our  Redeemer's  gone. 


a^ 


45 


lis. 


1  A  FOUNTAIN  in  Jesus  which  runs  always  free. 
For  washing  and  cleansing  such  sinners  as  we  ; 

Our  sins,   tliough  like  crimson,   made  white  as  the 

wool, 
No  lack  in  the  fountain,  it  always  is  full. 

2  All  things  now  are  ready,  he  invites  us  to  come, 
The  supper  is  made  by  the  Father  and  Son  ; 
Rich  bounties,  rich  dainties,  here  we  may  receive, 
A  living  forever,  if  we  will  believe. 

3  The  guests  who  were  hidden,  refused  the  call ; 
For  they  were  not  ready  nor  willing  at  all 

To  be  stripped  of  their  honor,   and  part  \vith  their 

store, 
For  a  feast  that  was  given  and  made  for  the  poor. 

4  If  they  are  not  ready,  and  wish  to  delay. 

My  house  shall  be  filled,  the  Father  doth  say  ; 
The  highways  and  hedges,  the  halt  and  the  blind, 
Shall  come  and  be  v/elcome,  the  supper  is  mine. 


^  SACRED    MELODIES. 

5  He  decks  us  with  jewels,  and  rings  of  rich  kind  ; 
A  garment  not  woven,  but  richly  refin'd  ; 
Redeemed  by  Jesus,  made  heirs  with  the  King, 
A  plan  of  the  Father  in  glory  to  sing. 

46  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  LO  !  he  comes,  \\itli  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favor' d  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Jesus  conies — and  comes  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

E-obed  in  dreadful  majesty  ! 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  waihng, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 

Heaven  and  eai'th  shall  flee  away  ; 
All  Avho  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day — 

'<  Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment ! — come  aAvay  !" 

4  Yea,  amen  ! — let  all  adore  thee  ! 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Savior,  take  the  power  and  glory : 
Make  thy  righteous  sentence  kno"\vn  ! 

Oh,  come  quickly — 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  45 


L.  M.  WITH  CHORUS. 


1  THE  Gospel  trumpet  has  been  blown, 

And  caused  poor  sinners  to  return 
To  Jesus  Christ,  our  heavenly  King, 
To  jom  and  shout  and  praise  and  smg. 
For  we're  on  our  march  for  glory, 

We  mil  sing  salvation  free  ; 
Yes,  we're  on  oiu-  march  to  glory. 
Let  us  somid  the  Jubilee. 

2  If  we  prove  faithful  to  the  end, 

,  We  find  in  Christ  a  glorious  Friend, 
For  he  who  guards  us,  watches,  keeps, 
He  never  slumbers,  never  sleeps. 
For  the  Lord  is  in  the  desert. 
He  is  on  the  land  and  sea  ; 
Yes,  the  Lord  is  in  the  desert, 
Let  us  sound  the  Jubilee. 

3  May  we  obey  the  gracious  call 
Of  him  whose  love  extends  to  all ; 
He's  never  weary,  never  faint, 

He  hears  and  pities  each  complaint. 
For  he  knows  our  heart's  desires 

When  we  bend  the  humble  knee ; 
Yes,  he  A\ipes  away  our  tears, 

And  he  gives  us  victory. 

4  When  on  the  part  of  God  we  rise, 
We  take  the  cross  and  "v^in  the  prize  ; 
So  when  the  evening  shades  prevail. 
Our  songs  of  triumph  shall  not  fail. 


46  •  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Now  we're  on  ovlt  way  to  heaven, 
AVe  \^dll  sing  salvation  free  ; 

Yes,  we're  on  our  way  to  heaven, 
\Ve  A\ill  sound  the  Jubilee. 

0  And  when  our  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
On  'wings  of  triumph  may  we  soar, 
"Where  floods  of  glory  ceaseless  roll. 
Where  beauties  charm  our  precious  souls. 
There  we'll  join  in  singing  praises. 

To  Immanuel  our  King  ; 
There  we'll  join  in  shouting  glory. 
Till  we  make  the  arches  ring. 

6  The  gospel  heralds  have  gone  forth. 
To  spread  glad  tidings  through  the  earth, 
From  east  to  west  they  shall  proclaim 
Salvation  through  the  Sa\'ior's  name. 
For  the  Spirit  is  outpouring, 

On  the  land  and  on  the  sea  ; 
Yes,  the  Spii-it  is  outpouring, 
Let  us  sound  the  Jubilee. 

48  c.  M. 

1  JERrSALEM,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee  ? 
"SATien  \W11  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone. 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  ^yiih  pearl. 
Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  47 

3  Thy  gai-den  and  thy  pleasant  walks, 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  so  glorious,  Lord, 

"SVhy  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 
What  folly's  this  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  r 

5  Reach  do'v^ii,  O  Lord,  thine  arm  of  grace 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
.   "Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up. 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

6  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  yearsy 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise, 
Than  when  we  first  be^un. 


49 


/s. 


1  HARK  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
'T  is  thy  Savior,  hear  his  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee, 

Say,  poor  sinner,  "  Lovest  thou  me  ■" 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound. 

And  when  bleeding,  heal'd  thy  wound. 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bear  ? 


48  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Yes  !  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  faith  is  done, — 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be. 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  r" 

G  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore  ; — 
O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

50  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  8IXNERS,  wall  you  scorn  the  message, 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  r 

Every  sentence — O  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full' of  love  ; 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel 
News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, 

To  each  rebel  sinner — '•  Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name. 


SACEED    MELODIES.  49 

Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor ; 
Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears  ; 

And  -vWth  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears  : 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

False  professors,  grovelling  worldlings, 
Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 

"SVhile  the  messengers  address  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford  ; 

"We  entreat  you. 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 

"WTio  hath  our  report  believed  ? 
Who  received  the  jo}-ful  word  ? 

"Wlio  embrac'd  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offer' d  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Offer 'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  I 

0,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  .bear  "without  delay  : 

Rebel  sinners, 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

51  C.  M. 

1  COME  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove, 
With  all  thy  qmck'ning  pow'rs— 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
4 


f9  9ACK£D   MELODIES^ 

2  In  vaiii  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

Jn  vain  we  strive  to  lise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues,. 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

3  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove. 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, — 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Savior's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

52  c.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  closer  wallc  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

WTien  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  vjew 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyed  ^ 

How  sweet  their  memory  still  I 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  dove  !  ret\ini 

Sweet  npi,esse]?|ey  of  yeat ! 


SACRED   MELODIES.  $\ 

1  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  moiirn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

6  The  dearest  idol  I  have  kno"w^l, 
"VVhate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  "worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  "with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So,  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

53  c.  M. 

1  ALAS  !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed } 

And  did  my  Sov' reign  die  ? 
"Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus  thine. 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 
AVhile  all  exposed  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  sufferer  stood  I 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ! 
Amazing  pity,  grace  unkno-wTi  1 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  "Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
"When  Christ,  the  mighty  Savior,  di§d# 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 


52  SACRED    MELODIES. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heai't  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

54  H.  M. 

1  ARISE,  my  soul,  arise. 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above. 

For  me  to  intercede, 
His  all  redeeming  love, — 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  atones  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary, 
Tliey  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry, 
"^    Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray. 

His  dear  anointed  one ; 


I 


SACRED    MELODIES.  53 

He  cannot  tiuTi  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  Spiiit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconcil'd, 

HLs  pai'doning-  voice  I  hear ; 
He  o\\ais  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
"With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 

55  lis. 

1  0  TURN  ye,  poor  sinners,  for  Tvhj"  will  ye  die, 
When  God,  in  ^rreat  mercy,  is  coming  so  nigh. 
Now  Jesus  invites,  and  the  Spirit  says  come. 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away  ! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you  be, 
"While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
0,  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe  ? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 

'T  is  you  he  bids  welcome ;  he  bids  you  come  home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasure,  what  can  you  obtain 

To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your  pain  ? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summoned  to  die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high  ? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  or  feeding  on  air  ? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare  ; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

6  Come  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Savior  your  heart, 
And  trusting  in  Heaven  we  never  ahall  part. 


54  SACRfii)   MELODIfiS. 

O  how  can  we  leave  you  ?  why  will  you  not  doAe  ? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 

56  8s.  &  7s. 

1  JESUS,  I  mv  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  fi-om  hence  my  all  shalt  be : 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  knoAMi : 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heaven  are  all  my  oa^ti. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me — 

They  have  left  my  Savior  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  : 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  "oisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me, 

Show  thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  eai'thly  fame  and  treasure ; 

Come,  disaster,  scorn  and  pain  ; 
In  thy  serv^ice  pain  is  pleasure. 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain ; 
I  have  call'd  thee  Abba  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  ; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  69 

Life  mth  trials  hard  may  press  nie, 
Heaven  ^^ill  bring  me  sweeter  rest : 

O  J  't  is  not  in  grief  to  harm  mie, 
^^^lile  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 

O  !  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmixed  \\ith  thee, 

5  Haste  thee  on,  from  grace  to  glor}-, 

Armed  by  faith  and  xi-iiiged  by  prayer ; 
Hea%^en's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  liand  shall  guide  thee  there  i 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission. 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

57  c.  p.  M. 

1  MY  days,  my  weeks,    my  months,    my 

years, 

Ply  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole  ; 
Time  like  the  tide  its  motion  keeps. 
And  I  must  laiuich  tlirough  boundless  de^ 

"VMiere  endless  ages  roll. 

2  Th«  grave  is  near  th«  cradle  seen. 
How  svnft  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  thev  flv  : 
**  Lnthinkmg  man  remember  this. 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss. 
That  you  must  groan  and  die." 

2  How  great  the  bliss,  how  great  the  woe 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below^ 


56  SACSED   MELOWES. 

On  this  precarious  breath  ! 
The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows, 
"Whether  another  year  shall  elose» 

Ere  I  expire  in  death* 

4  But  "will  my  soul  be  then  extinct^ 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think  ? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be ; 
No,  my  immortal  cannot  die  ; 
TVTiat  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

"When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ? 

6  Will  mercy  then  her  arms  extend  ? 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend  ? 

And  heaven  thy  dwelhng  place? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear. 
To  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair. 

Below  the  reach  of  grace? 

6  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known. 

There  is  no  middle  state ; 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine. 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 


58 


8s. 


HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

WTien  Jesus  no  longer  I  see, 
Sweet  prospects,   sweet  birds,   and  sweet 
flowers. 

Have  lost  aU  their  sweetness  to  me» 


8ACRED    MELODIES.  57 

The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim  ;    , 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 

But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  jields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  yoice, 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Haye  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear. 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I ; 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face^X 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign' d, 
Xo  changes  of  season  or  place, 

"Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind ;  y^ 
"V\Tiile  blest  with  the  sense  of  his  loye, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear. 
And  prisons  would  palaces  proye. 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  yxiih  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
0  driye  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore, 
O  take  me  to  thee  upon  high, 

"Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

59  L.  M. 

1  O  COULD  my  soul  this  morning  rise. 
And  feel  that  life  that  never  dies ; 


58  sJlcred  melodies. 

I'd  praise  that  hand  with  all  my  powers, 
That  guarded  my  unguarded  hours. 

2  'Tis  he  who  gives  me  life  divine, 
In  him  eternal  joys  are  mine ; 

Then  rouse,  my  soul,  bid  sloth  adieu, 
Thy  Jesus  love  and  him  pursue. 

3  Haste  on  to  that  irmnortal  shore, 

"Where  night  and  sleep  are  known  no  more, 
There  shall  I  soon  in  glory  rise, 
AVith  seraphs  in  a  sweet  surprise. 

4  Then  shall  I  raise  a  morning  song. 
With  all  the  vast  angelic  throng  ; 
Singing  in  everlasting  peace, 

My  morning  song  shall  never  cease. 

60  c.  p.  M. 

1  HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot, 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought* 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear  ! 
Confin'd  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell ; 

He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine ; 
Already  sav'd  from  low  design, — 

From  every  creature  love — 
Bless' d  vsith  the  scorn  of  finite  good, 
My  soul  is  hghten'd  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  59 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue, 
And  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  who  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen, 
Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  : 
A  stranger  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise  ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, — 

A  city  in  the  skies, 

There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair  ; 
^ly  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there. 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

61  p.  M. 

1  O  THOU  in  whose  presence 
My  soul  takes  delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 

My  comfort  by  day 

And  my  song  in  the  night, 
]My  hope,  my  salvation  and  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide 
Kesort  with  thy  sheep, 

To  feed  in  the  pastures  of  love  ? 


60  SACRED   MELODIES. 

For  why  in  the  valley 
Of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  A\ilderness  rove  ? 

3  O  why  should  I  wander 
An  ahen  from  thee — 

Or  crv  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
Thy  foes  "will  rejoice, 
When  mv  sorrow  thev  see. 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion, 
Declare  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone. 

Sav,  if  in  vour  tents 

My  beloved  has  been, 
Or  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone. 

5  This  is  my  beloved, 
His  form  is  divine. 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around  : 

The  locks  of  his  head 

Are  as  grapes  on  the  vine. 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  cro'VN'n'd. 

6  Like  the  fair  rose  of  Sharon, 
Or  lilies  that  grow 

In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his  cheeks  does  the  beauty 
Of  excellence  glow. 

And  his  eyes  as  the  sun's  radiant  beams. 

7  His  voice  as  the  sound 
Of  the  dulcimer  sweet. 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death  ; 


BACKED   MELODIES.  61 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon 
Bow  at  his  feet, 
And  the  air  is  perlumed  "with  his  breath. 

8  His  lips  as  a  fountain 
Of  righteousness  flow, 

Tliat  waters  the  garden  of  grace. 

From  thence,  their  salvation 

The  Gentiles  shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

9  Love  sits  on  his  eyelids, 
And  scatters  delight 

.  Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high ; 

Their  faces  the  cherubim 

Yeil  in  his  sight. 
And  praise  him  mth  fulness  of  joy. 

10  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands 

Of  angels  rejoice. 
And  mj-riads  wait  for  his  word  ! 

He  speaks,  and  eternity, 

Fill'd  vrith.  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

;62  c.  M. 

1  ON  Jordan's  stonny  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Wliere  my  possessions  He. 

2  O  the  transporting  rapt'rous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight  ! 


^2  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grovr ; 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vale, 
"With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  Avide  extended  plains, 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

6  No  chilling  mnds  nor  pois'nous  breath, 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 
Are  felt  and  feai'ed  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
WTien  shall  I  see  my  Father's  facft. 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

AVould  here  no  longer  stay  ! 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll^ 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  There  on  those  high  and  flow'ry  plains, 

Our  spu-its  ne'er  shall  tire ; 
But  in  perpetual  joyfid  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

63  c.  M. 

1  LORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
As  happy  Simeoiu  came, 


SACKED    MEIODIES,  €§ 

And  hope  to  meet  our  Savior  here  5 
O  make  our  joys  the  same. 

2  "With  Avliat  di\dne  and  vast  delight. 

The  good  old  man  was  fiU'd 
When  fondly  in  his  mther'd  arms, 
He  clasped  the  holy  child. 

3  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,  he  cried. 

Behold  thy  serA'ant  dies  ! 
I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  This  is  the  light  prepared  to  shine, 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands : 
Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
To  break  their  slavish  bands. 

5  Jesus  !  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms. 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break, 

How  SMcet  my  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  soul. 

64  p.  M. 

1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest. 
To  mourning  wand'rers  given ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress' d, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
'T  Ib  found  above  ia  heaven. 


64  BACHED   MELODIES. 

2  There  is  a  soft,  a  dow-ny  bed, 

'T  is  fair  as  breath  of  even, 
A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread, 
WTiere  they  may  rest  the  aching  head, 

And  find  repose  in  heaven. 

3  There  is  a  home  for  ■vvearv  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven. 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
"VVTiere  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  aU  is  drear — but  heaven. 

4  Now  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye. 

To  brighter  prospects  given  : 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

5  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given ; 
Tliere  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

65  L.  M. 

1  HE  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies, 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

For  him  who  groaned  beneath  your  load; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  6f5 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !  Avhat  sudden  joy,s  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  tlie  dead — revives  again  ! 

4  The  rising  Lord  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 

(In  vam  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise,) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  liiiu  home, 
And  shout  him  Avelcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  Deliverer  reigns, 
Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell. 
And  led  the  tjTant  death  in  chains  ! 

6  Say,  "  Live  forever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask — "  O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
And  where  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  !" 

66 

1  O  COME,  come  away  from  sin,  that  dread" 

ful  monster — 
Let  Christ  awhile  upon  you  smile, 

O  come,  come  away  ; 
O  come  and  test  redeeming  love, 
And  then  his  truth  will  friendship  prove, 
And  onward  sweetly  move, — 

O  come,  come  away. 

2  From  death  and  the  curse  in  which  you 

now  are  sinking, 
Redeeming  love  mil  you  remove, 
O  come,  come  away  ; 
6 


66  SACRED    MELODIES. 

O  come  along  and  join  our  tlirong, 
And  -with  us  sing  our  cheerful  song — 
And  heaven  shall  he  your  home — 
O  come,  come  away. 

3  "While  -watchmen  are  standing  on  the  walls 

of  Zion, 
Inviting  you  to  join  them  too, 

O  come,  come  away  ; 
O  Avill  you  still  refuse  the  call, 
And  into  mis'ry  blindly  fall, 
And  drink  down  the  burning  gall  ? 

O  come,  come  away. 

4  ^\^^en  freed  from  this  world  of  sorrow  and 

temptation, 
"We'll  sail  above,  on  wings  of  love, 

O  come,  come  away  ; 
And  with  angelic  armies  sing. 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
"We'll  praise  our  eternal  King, —  5 

O  come,  come  away. 

5  The  bright  morn  of  youth  will  soon   be 

gone  forever  ; 
Its  morning  light  will  set  at  night, 

O  come,  come  away  ; 
O  come  while  youth  is  in  its  prime, 
And  seek  Redeeming  love  divine, 
And  in  Chi-ist's  army  shine, — 

O  come,  come  away. 

67  c.  M. 

1  HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  67 

This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, — 

Yet  O  !  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 

The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  O  Avhat  a  blessed  hope  is  ours, 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
V.'c  more-  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  ; 
"We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Chi'ist  concealed. 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here, 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

3  O,  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow, 

And  let  the  vessels  break  ; 
And  let  our  ransom' d  spirits  go. 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  ! 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze  ; 

AVho  bought  the  sight  for  me  ; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace. 

To  all  eternity. 

68  8s.,  7s.  Sz  4s. 

1  COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  readv  stands  to  save  vou. 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power  ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 


68  SACRED    MELODIES. 

2  Now,  TO  needy,  come  and  -welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  : 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigb, 

^Vithout  money. 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Xor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requii-eth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

Thig  he  gives  you, 
'  Tis  the  Spirit's  glimmering  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  "will  never  come  at  all : 

Xot  the  righteous, — 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

6  Agonizing  in  the  gai'den, 

Lo  !  yoiu'  Maker  prostrate  lies  : 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  finished  !" 
Sinners,  v/ill  not  this  suffice? 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


SACRED    MELODIES. 


69 


7  Saints  and  angels  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

"^^hile  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven, 

S^veetlv  echo  with  his  name  ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

69  lis. 

1  WHY  sleep  we,  my  brethren,  come  let  us  arise, 
O,  why  should  we  slumber  in  sight  of  the  prize  ? 
Salvation  is  nearer,  our  days  are  far  spent, 
0,  let  us  be  active— awalie  !  and  repent. 

20,  how  can  we  slumber  !  the  Master  is  come, 
And  calling  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a  home  ; 
The  Spirit  and  Bride  now  in  concert  unite. 
The  weary  they  welcome,  the  careless  invite. 

3  0,  how  can  we  slumber  !  our  foes  are  awake  ; 
To  ruin  poor  souls,  every  effort  ihey  make. 
To  accomplish  their  object,  no  means  are  untried, 
The  careless  they  comfort,  the  wakeful  misguide. 

i  O,  how  can  we  slumber,  when  so  much  was  done, 
To  purchase  salvation,  by  Jesus,  the  Son  '. 
Now  mercy  is  proffer'd,  and  justice  display  d. 
Now  God  can  be  honored  and  sinners  be  sav  d. 

5  0  how  can  \|e  slijbiber  !  when  death  is  so  near. 
And  sinners  are  sinking  to  endless  despair  5 

Now  prayers  may  avail,   and  they   gain  the  hign 

prize. 
Before  they  in  torment  shall  lift  up  their  eyes. 

6  0,  how  can  we  plumber  !  ye  sinners  look  round. 
Before  the  last  trumpet  your  hearts  shall  confound  ; 
O,  fly  to  the  Savior,  he  calls  you  to-day  ; 

While  mercy  is  waiting,  O  make  no  delay. 


70  SACRED    MELODIES. 


70 


lis.   WITH   CHORUS. 


1  THE  pleasures  of  earth,  I  have  seen  fade  away, 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay, 
But  pleasures  more  lastinjr  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earthy  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

The  saints  in  thost;  mansions  are  ever  at  home. 

2  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms  I 
The  Savior  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms  ; 

At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room, 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  liis  children  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

3  Farewell,  vain  amusement?,  my  follies  adieu, 
While  Jesus  and  hea\en  and  glory  I  view ; 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his  thro nf. 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven  my  home  ! ' 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home  ! 

4  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 

The  time  is  approaching,  when  Jesus  will  say, 
««  Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my  'throne. 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home." 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
0  there  shall  I  rest  with  the  Savior  at  home. 

5  Affliction  and  sorrow^  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  he  parted  no  more  ; 
Then  loud  hallelujahs  fill  lieaveAlii^  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Savior  forep»  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  hoSR^y 

They  dwell  with  the  Savior  foreV'er  at  home. ' 

71  C.  M. 

1  I'M  not  ashamed  to  o^vn  njy  Lord, 
Nor  to  defend  his  cause; ' 


1 


SACREB    MELODIES.  71 

Maintain  the  honor  of  his  Avord, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Kor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  sliame, 
Or  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands  ; 

And  he  can  well  secure 
'\Yhat  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour, 

1  Then  viill  he  own  my  worthless  name, 
Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  New  JoruSx^Jem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

72  lis. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Wliere  storm  after  storm  rises  o'er  the  dark  way ; 
The  few  luriil  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
■•      Are  enough  for  life's  woes— full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

^  I  would  not  live  alway,  no— welcome  the  tomb. 
Since  Jesus  has  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom, 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  hid  me  arise. 
To  hail  him  iu  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  von  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains. 
And  the  nooa-tide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  '. 

4  Where  snints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Savior  and  brethren,  transported  to  greet. 
While  f.nthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
.find  the  smile  of  ihe  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul  r 


72  SACRE©    MELOr>IES;> 

73  s.  M. 

1  AH,  whither  should  I  go, 

Biirdened,  and  sick,  and  faint  ? 
To  whom  shoiild  I  my  trouble  show. 
And  pour  out  my  complamt  ? 

2  My  Savior  bids  me  come  ; 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  liim  I  stray  ! 

3  What  is  it  keeps  me  back 

From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 
Which  mil  not  let  the  Savior  take 
Possession  of  mv  heart  ? 

4  Some  cursed  thing  unknown, 

Must  surely  lui'k  A^ithin  : 
Some  idol  which  I  will  not  o-v^ti  ; 
Some  secret  bosom  sin. 

5  Jesus,  the  hind'ranee  show. 

Which  I  have  feared  to  see  ; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee» 

6  Searcher  of  hearts, — in  mine  . 

Thy  tr;5T.ng  power  display  ; 
Into  its  darkest  corners  shine. 
And  take  the  veil  away. 

74  c.  M. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Sa\-ior,  hear  we  stanci^ 
Hanged  by  the  water  side^ 


SACRSD    MELODIES.  73 

Hither  we  come  at  thy  command, 
To  wait  upon  thy  bride. 

2  Thy  footsteps  marked  this  humble  way, 

For  all  that  love  thy  cause ; 
Lord  !  thy  example  we  obey, 
And  slorv  in  the  cross. 

3  Our  dearest  Lord,  we'll  follow  thee, 

AMiere'er  thou  lead'st  the  way  ; 
Thro'  floods,  thro'  flames,  thro'  death's  dark 
Tale, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

75  c.  p.  M. 

1  SALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came. 

All  righteousness  to  fill ; 
'T  was  tiiere  the  ancient  Baptist  Ptood, 
"WTiose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 

To  do  his  Master's  ^sill. 

2  The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 

His  right  to  be  baptized,  and  then 

The  Baptist  gave  consent ; 
On  Jordan's  banks  they  did  prepare, 
The  Baptist  and  his  Master  dear, 

Then  do-«-n  the  bank  they  went. 

3  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolhng  stream. 
The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize  ; 


74  SACSED    MELODIES. 

Jehovah  saAv  his  darling  Son, 
And  -was  well  pleas' d  in  what  he'd  done, 
And  OAvned  him  from  the  skies. 

4  The  opening  heaven  now  complies, 
The  Holy  Ghost  like  lightning  flies, 

Down  from  the  courts  above  ; 
And  on  the  holy,  heavenly  Lamb, 
The  Spirit  lights  and  does  remain. 

In  shape  like  a  fair  dove. 

5  <<  This  is  my  Son,"  Jehovah  cries, 
The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

*<  O,  children,  hear  ye  him  ;" 
Hark  !  't  is  his  voice,  behold  !  he  cries, 
*'  Repent,  believe  and  be  baptized. 

And  wash  away  your  sins." 

6  Come,  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  has  mark'd  the  way, 

And  has  his  crown  prcpar'd. 
O,  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
AValk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  the  great  reward. 

7  Believing  children,  gather  round. 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

AVith  cheerful  hearts  arise ; 
See,  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
A  loving  Savior,  calling,  "  Come, 

O  children,  be  baptiz'd." 

8  Behold  !  his  servant  waiting  stands. 
With  vdlling  heart  and  ready  hands, 

To  wait  upon  the  bride  ; 


SACKED    MELODIES.  <0 

Ye  candidates,  your  hearts  prepare, 
And  lot  ns  join  in  solemn  prayer, 
Down  by  the  Avater  side. 

76  L.  M. 

1  DO  we  not  know  that  solemn  word. 
That  we  are  buried  Avith  the  Lord  : 
Baptiz'd  into  l\is  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin  ? 

2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Eaised  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death, 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 

3  Xo  more  let  sin  or  satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flesh  again  ; 

The  various  lusts,  we  served  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

77  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  TO  the  flowing  stream  of  Jordan, 

Lo  !  the  King  of  Zion  came  ; 
There  the  ancient  Baptist  waited, 
To  immerse  the  spotless  Lamb  ; 

They  descended 
To  the  Savior's  watery  gi-ave. 

2  Come,  then,  ye  who  love  the  Savior, 

Fear  ye  not  to  own  your  liOrd, 
Reckless  if  the  world  should  scorn  you, 
Follow  Christ,  obey  his  word ; 


76  SACRED    MELODIES. 

He'll  defend  yon, 
Fear  ye  not  to  follow  him. 

3  Hear  the  Savior  sa%-ing  to  you, 

From  his  glorious  throne  above, 
**  Ye  who  trust  in  me  for  pardon. 
By  obedience  show  your  love. 

Be  baptized, 
My  example  pomts  the  way." 

4  Lord,  our  hearts  incline  to  follow 

In  the  way  -s^'hich  thou  didst  tread  ; 
We  -vsill  turn  from  every  other, 
"WTiile  thy  sacred  word  we  read  : 

O  Redeemer, 
"We  rejoice  to  follow  thee. 

78  L.  M. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay. 
Before  he  shed  his  precious  blood  ! 
How  plain  he  mark'd  the  humble  way 
To  sinners  throiigh  the  mvstic  Hood  ! 


'■o' 


2  Come,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Come,  and  obey  his  sacred  word  ; 
He  died  and  rose  again  for  you  ; 
What  more  could  the  Redeemer  do  ? 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
On  these  baptismal  waters  move  : 
That  we,  tlu'ough  energy  divine. 
May  have  the  substance  with  the  sign. 


! 


SACRED    MELODIES.  77 

4  All  ye  that  love  Immanuel's  name, 
And  long  to  feel  th.'  increasing  tiame, 
'TLs  you,  ye  children  of  the  Hght, 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  iinite. 

79  c.  M. 

1  THERE'S    not   a    bright    and     beaming 

smile, 

"SVliich  m  this  world  I  see. 
But  turns  my  heart  to  future  joy, 

And  whispers  "  heaven  "  to  me. 
Though  often  here  my  soul  is  sad, 

And  falls  the  silent  tear, 
There  is  a  world  where  all  are  glad, 

And  sorrow  dwells  not  there. 

2  I  never  clasp  a  friendly  hand, 

In  greeting,  or  farewell. 
But  thought  of  an  eternal  home 

Within  my  bosom  swell : 
A  prayer  to  meet  in  heaven  at  last 

AVhere  all  the  ransomed  come, 
And  where  eternal  ages  still 

Shall  find  us  all  at  home. 

80  c.  M. 

1  IX  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
My  journey  I'll  ptu-sue ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 


78  SACRED    MELODIES. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes ; 
Hinder  mo  not.  shall  be  my  crv, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  mv  Immanuel's  land, 

4  And  when  my  Savior  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be. 
Hinder  me  not,  come  welcom.e  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

81  C.  M. 

1  SINCE  man,  by  sin,  has  lost  his  God, 

He  seeks  creation  through. 
And  vainly  hopes  for  solid  bliss, 
In  trying  something  new. 

2  The  new  possessed,  like  fading  flowers. 

Soon  loses  its  gay  hue  ; 
The  bubble  now  no  longer  takes, 
The  soul  wants  something  new. 

3  And  could  we  call  all  Europe  ours, 

With  India  and  Peru  ; 
The  mind  would  feel  an  acliing  void. 
And  still  want  sometliing  new. 

4  But  when  we  feel  the  Savior's  power 

All  good  in  him  we  vieAv, 


i 


SACKED    MELODIES.  79 

Tlie  soul  forsakes  its  vain  pursuit, 
Xor  seeks  for  scmething  new. 

5  The  joys  a  dear  Redeemer  brings, 
Will  bear  a  strict  review, 
Nor  need  we  ever  change  again, 
For  Christ  is  always  new. 

82  p.  M. 

1  BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 

To  my  raptur'd  -vision. 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian  : 
Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
I  Break,  ye  intervening  sides. 

Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise, 

CHOllUS. 

O  how  good  it  is  to  be  blest. 
And  dwell  where  loving  Jesus  is. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Freely  flash  before  liim, 
M;aiads  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him. 
Angels'  trumps  resound  his  fame  ; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name  ; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station  ; 


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80  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Shout  his  glorious  %dctories, 
Sing  the  gTeut  salvation  ; 
Cast  theu-  crowais  before  his  throne  ; 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glorv  be  to  God  alone  ! 
Holy  !  Holy  !  Holy  One. 

4  One  broad  rainbow  round  the  throne, 

Pours  celestial  splendor, 
All  vdthin  the  brilhant  zone, 

Is  imperial  grandeur  ; 
Heaven's  pure  arch  reflects  the  blaze, 
Seraphs  sing,  admire  and  gaze  ; 
Glowing  cherubs  join  the  lays, 
MartjTS  shout  responding  praise. 

5  Hark,  the  thrilling  sj-mphonies 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us  ; 
Join  "vve  too  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus  !  Jesus  !  Jesus  ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
Jesus  !  Jesus  !  flow  along. 

83  L.  M. 

1  "WHAT  various  hind'rances  we  meet. 
In  coming  to  the  mercy  seat ; 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
i       But  ^\ishes  to  be  often  there. 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  j 


Gives  exetcise  to  faitli  iuid  love, 
3^riiigs  every  blesj^ms;  from  above. 

3  Rostraininsr  prayer,  yre  eease  to  Rght, 
Prayer  niakc-s  tiio  C  Iiristian's  armor  bright, 
And  sat  an  trenibks  ^vheu  be  sees 

'llie  weakest  Jsaint  upon  bis  knees. 

4  AVliile  Moses  stood  M-itb  arms  spread  wide, 
kS  access  was  found  on  feraei's  side  ; 

But  -vvhen  tbroiigb  wearines-s  they  fuil'd, 
That  moment  Am/dek  prevaii'(L' 

0  Have  you  no  -n'oi-ds  .-    Ah,  tliink  again, 
VV  ords  flow  apace  wlien  you  complain. 
And  fill  your  iellow  creatures'  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

€  Wei-e  liaif  tlie  breath  thus  vainly  spent. 
To  heaven  in  .vupplicATion  sent, " 
Your  cheerful  .-^ong  -rt  onld  oft'ner  be, 

**  Hear  wliat  tlu:  Lord  hag  done  fur  me." 

84  V.  M. 

1  THE  pearl  that  -worldlings  covet, 

Ls  not  tlie  pearl  for  me ; 
Its  beauties  fade  as  quicklv 

As  "Sunshine  on  Die  sea  ; 
l*ut  there's  a  pearl  whose  beauty 

Fades  not,  though  bright  it  be ; 
But  few  its  value  see, 

Oh  :  that's  the  pearl  for  me. 
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82  SACRED    MELOMI*-- 

2  The  cro^-n  that  decks  the  monarch 
Is  not  the  cro-^vn  for  me  ; 

It  dazzles  but  a  moment, 

Its  brightness  soon  -\^1U  fl-ce  ; 

But  there's  a  cro^^^^,  -^'hose  radiance 
No  mortal  eye  can  see ; 

Torever,  ever  shiuing— 

0  I  that's  the  cro^vn  for  me. 

3  The  road  that  many  travel 

Is  not  the  road  for  me  ; 
It  leads  to  death  and  sorrow, 

In  it  I  Avould  not  be. 
But  there's  a  road,  tho'  narrow. 

Hath  pleasures  rich  and  free ; 
'Tis  marked  by  Jesus'  footsteps, 

O  !  that's  the  road  for  me. 

4  The  hope  that  sinners  cherish 

Is  not  the  hope  for  me  ; 
Most  surely  \^iU  they  perish, 

Unless  from,  sin  made  free  ; 
But  there's  a  hope  that  calmeth 

The  waves  of  hfe's  dark  sea, 
It  pointeth  up  to  heaven— 

O  1  that's  the  hope  for  me. 

85  7s.  &  6s. 

1  HOW  lost  was  my  condition 

Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  the  sin-sick  soul ! 


8AO»Bp    MM.ODIES.  83 

Next  door  to  death,  he  found  me, 
And  snatched  me  from  the  grave, 

To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  The  -vvorist  of  all  diseases, 

Is  light  compared  "v\ith  sin ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within, 
'T  is  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness,  all  combin'd; 
And  none  but  a  behever 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain : 
Some  said  that  nothing  ailed  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me. 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician, 

(How  matchless  is  his  grace  !) 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case : 
He  gave  me  sight  to  -s^ew  him, 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  sealed ; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him, 

I  looked — and  I  was  heal'd. 

5  A  risen  living  Jesus, 

Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith, 


64  «ACRE1>   MKT.01>IKg*. 

At  onco  from  danger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death : 

Come  then  to  this  Physician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 

He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'T  is  only  look  and  live. 

86  L.  M. 

1  SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  -withbi, 

Oft  -vvhispei-cd  to  thy  secret  sonl, 
XJrg'd  thee  to  leave  the  -vrays  of  sm, 
And  vield  thv  heart  to  (lod's  control  ? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  -vvorldhness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 

And  wai'ned  tliec  from  that  wrath  to  tlt.'e? 

3  Spm-n  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind ; 
That  call  thou  mayest  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

i  Sinner— perhaps  this  veiy  day, 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  bo ; 
O  Bhouldst  thon  giieve  him  now  away. 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

87  L.  M. 

1  LIFT  up  yom-  hearts,  Immanuc4's  friends, 
And  taste  the  pleasm-es  Jesui;  sends ; 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

1 


«ACRB3    MELOMEB.  8f 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  thougli  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory, 

If  we  but  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray, 
J.Uv.c  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

3  O,  good  old  way,  how  SAveet  thou  art ! 
3Iay  none  of  us  from  thee  depart ; 

But  may  our  actions  alAvays  say, 
"We're  niaix'hing  in  the  good  old  Avay. 

4  And  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand, 
And  ^iew  by  faith  thepromis'd  land, 
UTien  we  may  sing,  and  shout,  and  pray, 
And  march  along  the  good  old  way. 

5  Ye  valiant  souls,  for  heaven  contend, 
XlemeniLci"  glory's  at  the  end  : 

Our  God  will  -wipe  all  tears  away, 
AMien  we  have  run  the  good  old  v.ay. 

C  llien  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 

AVe'U  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  the  day, 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

88  c.  M. 

1  O  FOE.  a  heart  that  loves  to  pray, 

To  converse  with  the  Lord, 
Fain  would  I  give  myself  away, 
And  lean  upon  his  word. 

2  O  for  invigorating  grace, 

To  raise  mv  Foui  above; 


S6  Sa^CRED    MELODIES. 

O  for  that  heavenly-mindediiess 
That  satan  cannot  move. 

3  O  for  that  fortitude  which  can 

My  every  fear  control ; 
Then  would  the  dread  of  sinful  men 
No  more  distiurb  my  soul. 

4  Lord,  thou  canst  conquer  every  foe, — 

Thy  grace  can  sanctify  : 
Amen  !  O  Lord,  may  it  be  so, 
Let  my  corruptions  die. 

89  c.  M. 

1  BEFORE  thy  throne,  O  Lord,  we  bow, 

And  humbly  look  to  thee ; 
Let  worldly  care  be  banished  now, 
Let  all  that's  earthly,  flee. 

2  Our  feeble  wandering  minds  incite 

To  ask  the  things  we  ought ; 
And  teach  us,  Lord,  to  ask  aright, 
Else  all  our  prayers  are  nought. 

3  As  the  disciples  ask'd  of  old, 

O,  Lord,  our  faith  increase  ; 
O  fill  our  hearts,  so  dull  and  cold, 
With  heavenly  love  and  peace. 

4  Make  us  our  nothingness  to  feel — 

Erail  creatures  of  the  dust — 
Make  us  submissive  to  thy  -will ; 
Lead  us  in  thee  to  trust-. 


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SACRED   MELODIES.  S| 

S  AVhile  through  a  glass  we  darkly  see 
Thy  glories  here  below,     . 
Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee, 
And  all  thy  fuluess  know. 

90  L.  M. 

1  JESrS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
"WTiose  glories  shine  through  endless  days ! 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesufi  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ; 

.    He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  di-vine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asliam'd  of  noon  ! 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star,  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
"SMien  Tve  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave. 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save, 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain. 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Savior  slain-; 


And  O  may  this  my  glory  be. 
That  Christ  is  not  a^ham'd  of  mc, 

91  C.  M. 

1  SINNEES,  this  solemn  truth  regard^ 

Hear  all  ye  sons  of  men  ; 
Por  Christ  the  Saxior  hath  declared^^ 
«  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  Whate'ex  might  be  your  birth  or  blood. 

The  sinner's  boa*t  ib  yain  ; 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
*♦  Ye  must  be  bom  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  depraved, — 

ITic  heart  a  sink  of  sin  ; 
Without  a  change,  we  can't  bo  saved  ; 
"  Ye  vaw'yt  be  born  again." 

4  Spirit  of  I>ife,  thy  grace  impart, 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain  ; 
Bear  ^vitness,  Lord,  in  evfTy  heart. 
That  Yve  are  bom  again. 

92  c.  M. 

1  LIFT  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 

Yc  foUoVers  of  the  T,amb  ; 
And  join  with  ns  to  praise  his  love, 
And  glorify  his  name. 

2  To  Jesus'  name  give  thanks  and  snig, 

Whose  mercies  never  end : 
Eejoice  !  rejoice !  the  I^ord  is  King, 
llie  King  i<  no^v  our  fnend. 


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SA<«T?D    3fRT.OI>nV5.  89 

3  We  for  iiis  sake  count  all  things  io??^, 
On  earthly  good  look  down, 
Aod  joyfully  .sustain  the  cross, 
Till  ^^■C'  reeeive  the  crown. 

O  let  us  stir  each  other  up, 

Our  faith  by  work,<  t*  apprm-c ; 

By  holy  puriiyiisg  hope, 
And  the  sweet  task  of  love. 

0  Let  all  ^vho  for  the  promise  wait, 

'ilie  Holy  Ghost  receive ; 
And  rai.s'd  to  our  unsinuing  state, 
With  God  in  Eden  live. 

6  Live  till  the  Tx)rd  in  glory  come, 
And  wait  hiff  heav'a  to  share ; 
He  now  is  fitting  up  your  home, — 

Go  on,  Y»e'll  meet  you  tliere. 

93  8s.  &  7s. 

1  HAIL,  ye  sighing  i^ons  of  sorrow, 

View  Avith  me  th'  Axitumnal  gloom  ; 
Learn  from  thence  yonr  fate  to-morrow, 

Dead,  j>erhaps  laid  in  the  tomb. 
Fee  all  nature  fading,  djing, 

Silent  all  things  seem  to  mourn. 
Life  from  vegetation  Hying, 

Erings  to  mind  the  raould'ring  urn, 

2  What  to  me  are  autumn's  treasures. 

Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy, 
Long  I've  lost  ail  earthly  pleasures, 
Time  must  vouth  and  health  de?trov. 


to  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Pleasures  once  I  fondly  courted, 

Shared  each  bliss  that  youth  bestows, 

But  to  see  where  then  I  sported, 
Now  embitters  all  mv  woes. 


Age  and  sorrows  since  ha.ve  blasted 
Every  youthfid,  pleasing  di'eam ; 
Quiv'ring  age,  A\ith  youth  contrasted, 

0  how  short  their  glories  seem  ! 
As  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 
So  my  friends  are  yearly  dropping, 
Through  old  age  and  dire  disease. 

Former  friends,  how  oft  I've  sought  them, 
Just  to  cheer  my  drooping  mind, 

But  they ' ve  gone  like  leaves  in  autumn, 
Driven  before  the  dreary  wind. 

"WTien  a  few  more  years  I've  wasted. 
When  a  few  more  springs  are  o'er, 

"When  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 

1  shall  live  to  die  no  more. 

Fast  my  sun  of  life's  declining, 

I  must  sleep  in  death's  dark  night ; 
But  my  hope,  pure  and  refining, 

Rests  in  future  life  and  light. 
Cease  this  trembling,  fearing,  sighing, 

Christ  will  burst  the  silent  tomb. 
Then  the  saints  shall,  upwards  flying, 

Rise  into  immortal  bloom. 


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SACRED   MELODIES.  91 


C.  M. 


AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  and  die  ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  moiirnful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high ; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest ; 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

In  hope  of  that  immortal  croAvn, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  : 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  do'wn, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 
I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliverer  come  ; 
And  \\'ipe  away  his  servant's  tears ; 

And  take  liis  exile  home. 

0  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me 
Before  my  ravish' d  eyes  ? 

Hivers  of  h'fe  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  paradise. 

1  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

"Who  taste  the  pleasures  there : 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 
And  conquermg  palms  they  bear. 

0  what  are  all  my  suff 'rings  here. 
If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 

With  that  enraptur'd  host  t'  appear, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 


92  ^A04U3D    MRJjOJVrBf?^ 

Give  joy  or  grief,  give  case  or  pain, 

Take  lile  (.r  friends  av^aj ; 
But  let  me  meet  tliem  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

95  7.S.  &  OS. 

1  ITATIK  I  ^hat- cry  arrests  my  cai'  i 
Hark  !  what  accents  of  despair-  r 
'Titi  the  heatlieu's  dying  prayer ; 

Friends  of  Jesus,  hear. 

2  Men  of  God,  to  vou  "vre  crv, 
Rests  on  you  our  tearful  eye, 
Help  us,  (Jjiristian.a,  or  wo  die, 

Die  in  dark  despair. 

3  Hasten,  Cliristiaus,  haste  to  save. 
O'er  the  land  and  o'er  the  wave, 
J^angers,  death,  and  dastance  brave, 

Hark !  for  help  they  call< 

4  Afi-ic  bends  her  suppliant  knee, 
Asia  spreads  her  hands  to  thee, 

Hai'k  !  they  isrge  the  heaven-bom  plea, 
Jesus  died  for  all. 

6  Haste,  then,  spread  the  Savior's  name, 
Snatch  the  iixcbrands  from  the  iiame, 
Deck  his;  glorious  diadem 

^yith  their  ransom' d  bouJs. 

6  See !  the  pagan  altai-s  fall. 
See !  the  Savior  reigns  o'er  all ; 
Crown  him  !  eroA^Ti  him  !  Tiord  of  all, 
Echoes  ro*vind  the  polt\ 


(§iA£l»iOi    AfeLOtifEdl  &S 


Is, 


96  8s,  & 

1  FLY,  thoii  heaveniT  gospel  message. 

Fly  to  yonder  foreign,  lands ; 
TiCt  the  8avior's  promis'd  blessing, 
Ileacli  the  distant  heathen  bands. 

2  Go,  ye  heralds  of  saivatio]i, 

Tell  the  heathen  far  and  A\'ide, 
Jesus  bled  to  sare  lost  anneo-j^ 

Of  each  nation,  tongue  and  tribe. 

3  Then  shall  they  of  heatlien  naHons, 

Songs  to  onr  Imniaiiuel  raii^e. 
'    In  the  peacefid  re^dnis  of  glon' 

Tune  their  heaj-ts  to  sing  his  j)ralse. 

97  L.  M. 

1  GO,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Ijord ; 

Bid  the  "svhole  earth  my  grace  receive  : 
He  shall  be  saved  tlutt  tvvn^U  my  word, 
He  shall  be  damn'd  that  %von't  believe. 

2  "  I'll  make  your  great  commission  knoM'U ; 

And  ye  shaU  jirm-e  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  ^s'orlcH  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  <'  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands : 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  tnisterl  in  my  hands ; 
I  can  destrov,  and  I  defend." 


94  SACRED    MELODIES. 

4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode, 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

98  7s.  &  6s. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strands, 
"VMiere  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sands  ! 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  dehver 

The  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases  ; 

And  only  man  is  vile  ? 
In  vain  "with  laA'ish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  dovra  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  "wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted. 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O  Salvation ! 

The  joA'ful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn' d  Messiah's  name. 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  95 

':  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

x'^nd  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransora'd  natvire, 

Tlie  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

99  _      8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  tliec, 

All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well  ; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Must  I  bid  you  all  farewell ! 

Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home  !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely  ! 

Joys  no  stranger  heart  can  tell ! 
Happy  home,  indeed  I  love  thee  ! 
Can  I — can  I  say — •'  Fai-ewell  r" 

Can  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holv  davs  and  Sabbath-bell, 
Hichest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  ! 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  m  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes  !  I  hasten  from  you  gladly. 

From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ! 


jFar  away,  ye  biilows  bear  me  I 
IjOYely  native  land,  Farewell  I 

Pleased  I  leave  thee — 
Fijx  in  lieatlicn  lands  to  dwell. 

5  111  tlie  deserts  let  me  labor, 

On  the  moiuitams  let  me  tell 
How  lie  died — tbe  biassed  Savior — 
To  redeem  a  world  n-oru  lieil. 

Ijet  me  Imsten — 
Far  ill  heatnen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  tbou  r&stl&s*  ocean  ; 

T^et  the  windj?  my  eanA^asi  sw-ell ; 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
"SMiile  I  so  far  hence  to  dwell. 

aiad  1  bid  thee, 
Native  land  1  Farewell,  Farewell. 

1 00  H.  M. 

1  Bl.'OVr  ye  the  tnimi)et,  bloAV, 

The  ghtdlj'  solemn  sounds 
Iict  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earih't;  remotest  bound  ; 
The  ye,ai-  of  Jubilee  is  come ;  . 
Ketiaait  ye  i-an5om'd  simi^r?!,  hoxiie. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  (i (xl, 

The  sin-at<)niii^  Lamb, 
Kederaption  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  land§  protdaim, 
The  year  of  Ju):)ilec  w  come ; 
Ketiu'n,  ye  ransom'd  sinnei's,  liome. 


SJA'CB.EI)    MELODIES.  97 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Yoiir  liberty  receive : 
And  safe  in  Jesiis  dAvell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Eeturji,  ye  ransom' d  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  neAvs  of  pard'nmg  grace  ; 
Ye  favor' d  souls,  draw  near  ; 

Eehold  yoiu-  Savior's  face  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Jesus,  oiu-  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  has  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


101 


is. 


1  AVATCHMAX  !  teU  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory -beaming  star  ! 
"Watclnnan  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller  !  yes,  it  brings  the  day 

PromLs'd  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  the  star  ascends. 

7 


9S  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  tritth,  its  course  portends  ! 

Watchman  !  Avill  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 

Traveller  !  ages  are  its  ovm, 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  da^vn. 
Traveller !  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdra^N-n. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  Avanderings  cease. 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home, 
Traveller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 

Lo  !   the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

102  c.  M. 

1  HAIL  !  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 

Our  gloAAing  hearts  in  one, 
Hail !  sacred  hope  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  divine. 

CHORL'S. 

It  is  the  hope,  the  bhssful  hope, 

WTiich  Jesus'  gi-ace  hath  given  ; 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  ; 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  ; 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past. 

We  all  shall  meet  m  heaven. 

2  "VMiat  though  the  northern  "VAintry  blast. 

Shall  howl  around  thy  cot : 


SACRED   MELODIES.  99: 

^^^lat  though  beneath  an  eastern  sky- 
Be  cast  our  distant  lot  ? 
Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope,  &c. 

8  From  Burmah's  shores,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain. 
From  Europe,  from  Coluaibia's  land, 

"We  hope  to  meet  again. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope,  &c. 

4  No  hngering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 
Our  future  meeting  knows ; 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  hope  immortal  glows. 

0  sacred  hope  !  O  bhssful  hope,  &c, 

lUo        Burial  of  Mrs.  Judson. 

1  MOrRXFULLY,  tenderly, 

Bear  on  the  dead, 
"SVhere  the  warrior  has  lain. 

Let  the  Christian  be  laid  ; 
No  place  more  befitting — 

O  rock  of  the  sea  ! 
Is  ever  such  treasiire 

"Was  liidden  in  thee. 

2  Mournfully,  tenderly. 

Solemn  and  slow, 
Tears  are  bedevring 

The  path  as  ye  go  ; 
Kindred  and  strangers 

Are  mourners  to-day. 
Gently,  so  gently, 

O  !  bear  her  awav. 


100  SACRED    MELODIES. 

3  Mournfully,  tenderly 

Gaze  on  that  brow  ; 
Beautiful  it  is 

In  quietude  now ; 
One  look  !  and  then  settle 

The  loved  to  her  rest, 
The  ocean  beneath  her. 

The  turf  on  her  breast. 

4  So  have  ye  buried  her — 

Up  !  and  depart, 
To  life  and  to  duty 

"With  un dismay 'd  heart: 
Fear  not — for  the  love 

Of  the  stranger  ^^ill  keep 
The  casket  that  Hes 

In  the  rock  of  the  deep. 

5  Peace  to  thy  bosom, 

Thou  servant  of  God  ! 
The  vale  thou  art  treading, 

Before,  thou  hast  trod  ; 
Precious  dust  thou  hast  lain 

By  the  Hopia  tree, 
And  treasure  as  precious 

In  the  rock  of  the  sea  ! 

104  7s.  &6s. 

1  THE  morning  light  is  breaking. 
The  darkness  disappears ; 
The  sons  of  earth  ai-e  waking 
To  penitential  tears  : 


101 


SACRED    MELODIES. 

Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  openmg  every  hour  ; 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going, 

Abundant  answers  brings,  _ 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blo^^ing, 

With  peace  upon  their  Mings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bendmg 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey. 
And  seek  the  Savior's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

105  H.  M. 

1  RISE,  sun  of  glory,  rise. 

And  chase  the  shades  of  night, 
"VMiich  now-  obscure  the  skies. 

And  hide  thy  sacred  hght ; 
0,  chase  those  dismal  shades  away, 
And  bring  the  bright,  millennial  day  ! 

2  Now  send  thy  spirit  do-\\'n 

On  all  the  nations.  Lord, 


1Q2  SACRED    MELODIES. 

"SVitli  great  success  to  croAvn 

The  preaching  of  thy  word  ; 
That  heathen  lands  may  own  thy  SAvay, 
And  cast  their  idol  gods  away. 

3  Then  shall  thy  kingdom  come 

Among  oui"  fallen  race, 
And  all  the  earth  become 

The  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
"\Vhence  pure  devotion  shall  ascend, 
And  songs  of  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

106  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  "^^^I0  but  thou,  almighty  Spirit, 

Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim  ? 

Men  can  preach,  but  till  thou  favor, 

Heathens  Mill  be  still  the  same ; 

Mighty  Spii-it  ! 
"Witness  to  the  Savior's  nam.e. 

2  Thou  hast  promised  by  the  prophets, 

Glorious  light  in  latter  days  ; 
Come  and  bless  bewildered  nations, 
Change  our  prayers  and  tears  to  praise 

Promised  Spirit ! 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 

3  All  our  hopes,  and  prayers,  and  labors, 

Must  be  vain  AAithout  thine  aid  ; 
But  thou  "VAilt  not  disappoint  us, 
All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said ; 

Faithful  Spu-it ! 
O'er  the  world  thine  influence  shed. 


I 


SACKED    MELODIES. 


103 


107  C.  M, 

1  HOW  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 

Rehgion's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  ■s\isdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  Religion  Ls  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn. 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know  I 

3  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows. 
Nor  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

4  Religion  should  oiu'  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
'T^ill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  a^vful  tomb. 

08  7s.  &  5s.  Double, 

1  FRIENDS,  for  whom  a  Savior  died, 
Friends,  who  have  a  heavenly  Guide, 
"Welcome  here,  for  side  by  side, 

We  must  take  out  stand ; 
Xow's  the  hour  for  us  to  meet, 
Girt  in  panoply  complete. 
Sharing  in  communion  sweet, 

An  immortal  band. 

2  See  ye  not  the  world  is  set. 
Hostile  to  salvation  yet ; 


104  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Heed  ye  not  the  subtle  net, 

By  the  tempter  gpread  ; 
Know  ye  not  the  senses  still 
"SVai"  against  the  hallow' d  vAlly 
Aiming  all  the  heart  to  fill, 

Will  ye  be  misled  ? 

3  Friends,  to  holy  conflict  wake; 
Every  spell  of  ruin  break ; 
House  ye  for  the  Savior's  sake. 

Can  ye  slumber  more  r 
Arm  !  the  standard  blazes  high — 
Hai-k  !  'tis  Jesus'  battle  cry — 
On !  salvation  now  is  nigh — 

Rest  forevermore ! 

109  9s.,  8s.  &  lis. 

1  SEE,  brothers,  see  r  how  the  day  rolls  on. 
Soon  we'll  hail  the  rising  sim. 

Hark  !  't  is  the  Spirit's  wariung  voice, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints  rejoice  ! 

2  See,  brothers,  see  !  how  the  day  comes  on. 
Soon  the  trump  of  God  "v^ill  sound  ! 
Lightnings  may  flash,  and  thunders  roll, 
Welcome  to  the  faithful  soul ! 

3  Hark  !  't  is  the  trumpet's  joA'fid  sound  ; 
See  the  Almightv  Jesus  croT\'ned  ! 
Saints  of  the  Lord,  awake,  arise ! 

Bid  him  welcome  from  the  skies. 

CHORUS. 

Then  haste,  let  us  work  till  probation  is  o'er. 
We  go  to  the  land  where  our  toiling  is  o'er* 


SACRED    MELODIES.  105 

Our  earthly  labor  being  done, 

How  sweet  the  Chi-istian's  welcome  home. 

Home,  home,  home !  the  Clnistian's  wel- 
come home  ! 

Sweet,  O  sweet,  the  Cliristiau's  welcome 
home ; 

"Welcome  home,  welcome  home,  welcome 
home. 

110  C.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Dra"uai  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 

'    And  siianers  plunged  beneath  that  ilood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rcjoic'd,  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  djing  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  chui-ch  of  God 
Are  saved  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  bv  faith  I  saw  the  stream. 

Thy  floAving  wounds  supply, 
Redeemmg  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  gi'ave, 


106  8ACRED    MELODIES. 

Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

Ill  7s.  &  4s. 

1  I'^M  a  lonely  trav'ler  here. 

Weary,  opprest ; 
But  my  jotu-ney's  end  is  near — 

Soon  I  shall  rest. 
Dark  and  dreary  is  the  way, 

Toiling  I've  come — 
Ask  me  not  with  you  to  stay, 

Yonder' s  my  home. 

3  I'm  a  weary  trav'ler  here, 

I  must  go  on, 
For  my  journey's  end  is  near — 

I  must  be  gone. 
Brighter  joys  than  earth  can  give, 

"SVin  me  away ; 
Pleasures  that  forever  Hve, — 

I  cannot  stay. 

3  I'm  a  trav'ler  to  a  land 

Where  all  is  fair  ; 
^Miere  is  seen  no  broken  band, 

Saints,  all  are  there. 
Wliere  no  tears  shall  ever  fall, 

Xor  heart  be  sad ; 
Where  the  glory  is  for  all. 

And  all  ai-e  glad. 

4  I'm  a  trav'ler,  and  I  go, 

Where  all  is  fair ; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  107 

Fare^vell  all  I've  loved  below — 

I  must  be  there. 
"Worldly  honors,  hopes  and  gain, 

All  I  resign  ; 
"Welcome  soitow,  grief  and  pain, 

If  heaven  be  mine. 

I'm  a  trav'ler,  call  me  not — 

Upward' s  my  way  ; 
Yonder  is  my  rest  and  lot, 

I  cannot  stay, 
■Farewell  earthly  pleasures  all, 

Pilgrim  I  roam  ; 
Hail  me  not,  in  vain  you  call, 

Tender's  mv  nome. 


112 


8s.  &  7s. 


1  THIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 
For  man's  illusion  given ; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  woe, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow  ; 
There's  nothins;  true  but  Heaven. 


'■o 


2  As  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume, 

As  fading  hues  at  even  ; 
And  genius'  bud  and  beauty's  bloom, 
Ai"e  blossoms  gathered  for  the  tomb. 

There's  nothing  bright  but  Heaven. 

3  Poor  wanderers  on  a  stormy  sea, 

From  wave  to  wave  we're  driven  ; 
And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray 


108  SACRED    MBLODIES. 

Serve  but  to  light  us  on  the  way  ; 
There's  nothing  cahn  but  Heaven. 

4  And  there's  the  hand  held  out  to  cheer 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven  ? 
For  sorrow's  sigh,  and  trouble's  tear 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here  ; 

There's  nothing  kind  but  Heaven. 

5  In  vam  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace ; 

There's  nothing  good  but  Heaven. 

6  From  such  as  walk  in  wisdom's  road, 

Corroding  fears  are  driven  ; 
They're  washed  in  Christ's  atoning  blood. 
Enjoy  communion  mth  their  God, 

And  find  their  way  to  Heaven.  i 

113  CM. 

1  HARK  !  listen  to  the  trumpeters, 

They  call  for  volunteers, 
On  Zion's  bright  and  holy  mount, 
Behold  the  officers. 

2  Theii-  horses  wliite,  their  armor  bright, 

"With  courage  bold  they  stand, 
Enlistmg  soldiers  for  the  fight, 
To  march  to  Canaan's  land. 

3  They  follow  then-  gi-eat  General, 

The  great  eternal  Lamb, 


SACRED    MELODIES.  109 

His  garments  stained  in  liis  0"vvn  blood, 
King  Jesus  is  his  name. 

t  The  trumpets  sound,  the  armies  shout, 

They  drive  the  hosts  of  hell : 
I    How  dreadful  is  our  God  t'  adore, 

The  great  Immanuel  ! 

5  Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 
The  eternal  Son  of  God  ; 

And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land. 
Beyond  the  swelKng  flood. 

6  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  soldier's  bold, 
Redemption's  di-awing  nigh ; 

We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
That  shakes  the  earth  and  sky. 

7  In  fiery  chariots  we  shall  rise, 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire  : 
And  all  surround  the  tlurone  of  love, 
And  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

114  c.  p.  M. 

1  WHAT  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear  ? 
'Tis  Gabriel's  trump  methinks  I  hear, 
'Tis  Gabriel's  trump  methinks  I  hear. 

The  expected  day  is  come. 
Behold  the  heavens,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
Proclaim  the  year  of  Jubilee, 
Proclaim  the  year  of  Jubilee ; 

Keturn  ye  exiles  home. 


110  SACRED    MELODrES. 

2  Behold  the  fair  Jerusalem. 
Illuminated  by  the  Lamb, 

In  glory  doth  appear. 
Fair  Zion  rising  from  the  tombs, 
To  meet  the  Bridegroom — lo  I  he  comes, 

And  hails  the  festive  year, 

3  My  soul  is  striving  to  be  there, 
I  long  to  rise  and  vnng  the  air. 

And  ti-ace  the  sacred  road. 
Adieu,  adieu,  all  earthly  things  ; 

0  that  I  had  an  angel's  T\'ings, 

I'd  quickly  seek  my  God. 

4  Fly,  lingering  moments,  fly,  O  fly, 

1  thirst,  I  pant,  I  long  to  try 

Angelic  joys  to  prove  ! 
Soon  shall  I  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
Clap  my  glad  wings  and  soar  away, 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 


'o 


115  C.  M. 

1  ARISE  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair. 

Behold  thy  light  is  come. 
Thy  glorious  conq'ring  King  is  near. 

To  take  his  exiles  home  ; 
The  trvmipet's  thund'ring  through  the  sky 

To  set  poor  sinners  free ; 
The  day  of  wonders  now  is  nigh, 

The  year  of  Jubilee. 

2  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Before  the  Judge  appear  ; 


SAORBD    MELODIES.  Ill 

All  tongues,  all  languages,  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 
King  Jesus  on  his  azure  thi-one, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round, 
While  Gabriel  with  his  silver  trump, 

Echoes  the  di'eadful  sound. 

The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace, 

"With  sinners  now  is  o'er  ; 
The  trump  of  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to.be  blown  no  more  ;    * 
The  watchmen  hare  all  left  their  walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  reedeeming  love. 

4  Come  all  ye  pilgrims  of  the  Lord, 

Whose  hearts  are  joined  in  one  ; 
Hold  up  your  heads  with  coiirage  bold, 

Your  race  is  almost  run  ; 
Above  the  clouds  behold  him  stand, 

And  smiling,  bid  you  come  ; 
Whilst  angels  beckon  you  away 

To  your  eternal  home. 

5  To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 

With  glory  in  his  view  ! 
To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu  ! 
While  friends  stand  weeping  all  around. 

And  loth  to  let  him  go, 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath. 

And  leaves  them  all  below. 


112  SACRED    MELODIES. 

6  O  Christians  !  are  vou  readv  now, 

To  cross  the  narrow  flood  ? 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 

And  see  a  smiling  God  ! 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world 

Attract  my  sonl  above ; 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  gi*ace, 

\Vhen  perfected  in  love. 

116  8s.&7s. 

1  MERCY,  O  thou  son  of  David, 

Thus  blind  Bartinieus  prayed  ; 
Manv  bv  thv  grace  are  saved, 

O  wilt  thou  vouchsafe  thine  aid  ! 

2  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Turn  my  darkness  into  day  ; 
Straight  he  saw,  and  drawn  by  kindness. 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

3  Now,  methinks,  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around, 
Priends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 
What  a  Savior  I  have  found. 

4  O  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me ; 
Surely  they  would  come  unto  him. 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 

117  7s.  &  6s. 

1  CALL'D  to  a  sense  of  duty, 
I  would  obey  the  call ; 


eACREO    MELODIES.  113 

And  for  the  sake  of  Jesus, 

I  freely  give  up  all 
My  former  vain  enjo^Tnents, 

Of  pleasure,  pride  and  gain, 
That  I  in  Jesus'  kingdom 

A  mansion  may  obtain. 

Come,  who  will  travel  with  me. 

The  way  that  leads  to  heaven, 
And  follow  none  but  Jesus, 

The  way  which  he  hath  given  ; 
And  take  his  word  for  counsel, 

His  Spirit  for  a  guide  ; 
And  make  a  full  surrender 

Of  everything  beside  ? 

Come  on,  my  precious  brethren, 

And  travel  on  vdih  me ; 
We'll  seek  for  heav'nly  treasure. 

Until  we  find  the  sea 
Of  sweet  unbounded  riches, 

Of  life,  and  love,  and  peace, 
Where  beautv  never  withers, 

And  glories  never  cease. 

What,  though  the  world  reproach  us, 

And  say  we're  mean  and  poor  ; 
No  matter  what  we  suffer. 

If  we  can  reach  the  shore : 
'Twill  make  the  glory  sweeter, 

And  raise  the  praises  higher ; 
And  we  shall  be  completer, 

Wlien  purified  by  fire. 
8 


114  SACRED    MELO©IES» 

118  C.  M. 

1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesiis'  name. 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  cro"«m  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Isi'ael's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small : 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  O,  that  -vsdth  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  cro"v\'n  him  Lord  of  all. 

119  p.  M. 

1  STOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think 

Before  you  farther  go, 
Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe  r 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  Avide, 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command. 
Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 

And  sink  you  with  the  danm'd. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  115 

CHORUS. 

Then  be  entreated  now  to  stop, 

For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 

Into  a  bui-ning  lake. 

Say,  have  you  an  arm  hke  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

When  his  judgment  will  proclaim — 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  a-v\'ay. 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

Ghastly  death  vnM  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar  ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

"SVill  fill  you  with  despair. 
All  your  sins  ynl\  roimd  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye  ; 
Each  for  vengeance  cry  aloud, 

And  what  will  you  reply  r 

Though  your  hearts  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call. 

Though  they  now  despise  his  grace, 
Hocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 


And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 
You  may  his  mercy  know ; 


116  SACRSD   MElfOME*. 

Though  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow. 
'T  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died ; 

Smners  he  invites  to  come  ; 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says  there  still  is  room. 

For  Jesus'  sake,  I  pray  you  stop,  &c. 


120 


C.  M. 


I'M  on  m}''  way  to  Canaan, 

I'll  bid  the  world  farewell ; 
Come  on,  my  fellow  travellers, 

In  spite  of  earth  and  hell. 
Though  Satan's  army  rages. 

And  all  his  hosts  combine ; 
Yet  Scripture  doth  engage  us, 

The  strength  of  love  divine. 


I 


'O' 


i  I'll  blow  the  gospel  trumpet — 

On  all  the  nations  call ; 
For  Christ  hath  me  commissioned, 

To  say  he  died  for  all. 
Come,  try  his  grace  and  prove  him. 

You  shall  a  gift  obtain — 
He  tntII  not  send  you  empty, 

Nor  let  you  come  in  vain. 

3  But  if  you  want  a  witness, 
We  have  one  just  at  hand, 
Who  lately  has  experienced 
The  glories  of  the  land. 


SAOItBS    MELODIES.  117 

It  comes  in  copious  showers, 

Our  bodies  can't  contain  ; 
It  fills  our  ransom' d  powers, 

And  still  we  drink  again. 


121 


7s.  &  6s. 


GO  when  the  morning  shineth, 

Go  when  the  noon  is  bright ; 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go  in  the  hush  of  night. 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Fling  earthly  thought  away, 
And  in  thy  chamber  kneeling. 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

Remember  all  who  love  thee — 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee  : 
Pray,  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be  ; 
Then  for  thyseK  in  meekness 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  link  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

Or  if  't  is  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  tho'ts  come  o'er  thee 

When  friends  are  round  thy  way, 
E'en  then  the  silent  breathing 

Of  thy  spirit  raised  above, 
Will  reach  his  throne  of  glory, 

Who  is  mercv,  truth  and  love. 


118  SACRED    MELODIT.S. 

4  O  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

With  this  can  we  compare — 
The  power  that  he  hath  given  us. 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer  ; 
Whene'er  thou  pin  est  in  sadness, 

Before  his  footstool  fall, 
And  remember  in  thy  gladness 

His  grace  who  gave  thee  all. 


122 


7s. 


1  SINNERS,  turn,  why  wiU  you  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ! 
God,  who  did  you  being  give. 
Made  you  with  liimself  to  hve ; 

He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  whv  Avill  ve  die  ? 
Christ,  your  Savior,  asks  you  why ; 
He  who  did  your  souls  retiieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live, 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vam  : 
Crucifv  voiu'  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
W^ill  you  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why ! 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  119 

Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long- sought  sinners,  why 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 


123 


p.  M. 


1  HOVT  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await  me 
In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest ; 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet  me 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the  blest ; 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glorj'  enshrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  unclouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  th^i  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 
;        And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden  of  Love. 

fi  Vrhile  angelic  legions,  \rith  harps  tuned  celestial ; 
Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  fiock  from  the  regions  terrestrial, 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  shall  raise  ; 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  thro'  heav'n, 
My  soul  will  rc^spond,  to  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 

Who  brought  us   through  grace  to   the   Eden  of 
Love. 

3  Then  hail  blessed  state !    Hail  ye  songsters  of  glory  ! 

Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  yoti  above  ! 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 

Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus'  love, 
Though  'prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation. 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  probation, 

My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of  Love. 

!  24  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  SEE  the  eternal  judge  descending — 
View  him  seated  on  his  thi-one  I 


120  SACRED   MBLODIES. 

Now,  poor  sinner,  now  lamentingv 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom^ 

Trumpets  call  thee ; 
Stand  and  hear  thy  aw^ful  doom» 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Filled  ^xith.  di-ead  of  fiercer  pain  ; 
While  in  anguish  thiis  lamenting. 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again — 

Greatly  mourning, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Sarior, 

With  the  mai'ks  of  djing  love  ; 
O,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor, 
"V\1ien  I  felt  his  Spirit  move — 

Golden  moments, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move  ! 

4  Now  despisers,  look  and  wonder ; 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part ; 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart ! 

Lost  forever. 
Hear  the  di-eadful  sound,  "  Depart." 

125  L.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joj^ul  lays. 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  : 

His  loving  kindness,  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall, 

Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 


» 


SACRBD   MBLODXES.  12t 

He  eaved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  great ! 

3  Thoiigh  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along  : 

His  loving  kindness,  O  how  strong  ! 

4  "WTien  trouble  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather' d  thick,  and  thunder' d  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  : 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  good  ! 

5  I  often  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot. 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 

126  c.  M. 

1  COME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
And  all  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant,  join 
Oxirselves  to  Christ,  the  I^ord, 


122  SACRED    MELODIES. 

2  Give  up  ourselves  through  Jesus'  power, 

His  name  to  glorify ; 
And  promise  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind ; 
"VVe  will  no  more  our  God  forsake. 
Or  east  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  Avill  throw  off  his  feai*, 

"SYho  hears  oui'  solemn  vow ; 
And  if  thou  art  Avell  pleased  to  hear, 
Come  dovtTi  and  meet  us  now  ! 

127  p.  M. 

1  O  CAEELESS  sinner,  come, 

Pray  now  attend ; 
This  world  is  not  yoiu'  home. 

It  soon  will  end, 
Jehovah  calls  aloud, 
Forsake  the  thoughtless  crowd  ; 
Pursue  the  road  to  God, 

And  happy  be. 

2  No  happiness  you'll  find, 

While  thus  you  go  ; 
No  peace  unto  youi-  mind, 

But  pain  and  woe 
Attend  you  every  day, 
"While  far  from  God  you  stray ; 
O  sinner,  come  away. 

And  ever  live. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  123 

3  How  many  calls  you've  had, 

I  call  agaiu, 
How  can  you  be  so  bad, 

So  full  of  sin, 
As  to  refuse  that  voice, 
"Which  calls  you  to  rejoice, 
In  making  heaven  your  choice, 

And  shunning  hell  ? 

4  Nor  do  I  call  alone  : 

The  Sa^Tor  too, 
E'en  M-ith  his  dying  groan, 

Cries,  bid  adieu 
To  all  your  lovers  now. 
And  to  his  sceptre  bow, 
And  he  will  tell  you  how 

To  live  anew. 

5  But  if  you  will  refuse, 

Down,  doM-n  you'll  go, 
And  with  the  wicked  choose 

The  road  to  Avoe  ; 
Alas,  how  can  you  slight 
The  rays  of  Gospel  light. 
And  sink  in  endless  night, 

"S^^lere  silence  reigns : 

128  c.  M. 

1  LORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 

And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 

2  But,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  again, 


124  SAORSD    MBLODIES. 

O  may  thy  precious  presence  still 
"With  every  one  remain. 

3  And  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love  ; 
Till  we  before  thy  glorious  throne 
Shall  joyful  meet  above. 

4  All  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart 

Shall  then  forever  fly  ; 
Nor  shall  a  thought  that  we  must  part 
Once  interrupt  ovir  joy. 

129  8s.  &  7s. 

1  HAIL  !  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 

Hail !  thou  everlasting  King  ; 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  redeem  us  ! 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail !  thou  agonizing  Savior, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favor ; 

Life  is  given  thi-ough  thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid  ; 
By  Almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made  ; 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven. 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood  ; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven ! 

Peace  is  made  't■^^ixt  man  and  God. 

3  Jesus,  hail !  enthrqned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide ! 


BACRES   MELODIES.  123 

All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side  ; 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepai'e, 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive ; 
Loudest  praises  without  ceasing 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give ; 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spu'its. 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays ; 
Help  to  sing  our  Savior's  merits  ; 

Help  to  chant  Immauuers  praise. 

130  s.  M. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never  dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  sers'^e  the  present  age ; 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  mv  Master's  -will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  O,  thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strigt  account  to  give  ! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 


136  SACEED    MELODIES. 

Assured  if  I  mv  trust  betrav, 
I  shall  forever  die. 

131  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  that  tenderness  of  heart 

That  bows  before  the  Lord  ! 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  Avord  ! 

2  O  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 

Which  from  repentance  flow, 
That  sense  of  guilt,  Avhich,  trembling,  fears 
The  long  suspended  blow  I 

3  Savior,  to  me  in  pity  give 

For  sin  the  deep  distress  ; 
The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive,  '^ 

And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

4  O  fill  my  soul  "s^ith  faith  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  ^^ill ; 
Raise  my  desires  and  hojies  above  ; 
Thvself  to  me  reveal. 

132  p.  M. 

1  WHEN  sorrows  encompass  arotuid, 

And  deepest  distresses  I  see, 
Astonish' d,  I  cry,  can  a  mortal  be  found. 
That's  suiTounded  -v^ith  trouble  like  me  ! 

2  Few  moments  of  peace  I  enjoy, 

•    And  they  are  succeeded  by  pain, 
If  a  moment  in  praising  my  God  I  employ, 
I  have  hours  again  to  complain. 


SACKED    MELODIES,  127 

3  O  when  Avill  my  sorrows  be  o'er, 

0  -when  will  my  sufferings  cease, 

0  when  to  the  bosom  of  Christ  shall  I  soar, 
To  mansions  of  glory  in  peace  ? 

4  O  then  \\ith  the  fulness  of  love, 

1  there  like  an  angel  shall  sing. 

Till  Chiist  shall  descend  with  a  shout  from 
above, 
And  with  him  his  sanctified  bring. 

6  Our  slumberiiag  bodies  obey, 

And  quicker  than  thought  will  arise  ; 
Komov'd  m  a  moment  go  shouting  away 
To  mansions  above  in  the  skies. 

■f 

133  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  ai't  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  ^^ith  thy  powerful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 

WTience  the  healing  waters  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through, 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield, 

3  AVhen  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside, 


128  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Bear  me  tkrough  the  swelling  current, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

134  c.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

"SMiere  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night. 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  ■\\ithering  flowers ; 
Death  like  a  narrow  sea  di%^des 
Tliis  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
"While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  laimch  away. 

5  O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, — 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ; 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er  ; 


II 


KAbRES    MELOWisS.  129 

Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Could  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

135  c.  iL 

1  HOW  can  I  sleep  when  angels  sing, 

And  all  the  saints  on  high 
Cry  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 
The  Lamb  that  once  did  die  ? 

2  For  I  of  all  the  race  that  fell, 

Or  all  the  heav'nly  host, 
Have  greatest  cause  with  humble  soul 
To  love  and  praise  him  most. 

3'  Did  God  so  love  this  ruin'd  world, 
As  to  bestow  his  Son 
A  ransom,  sinners  to  redeem. 
And  save  from  wrath  to  come  : 

4  No  longer,  then,  will  I  repose, 
But  rise  to  praise  and  pray. 
And  swell  the  song  till  night  shall  close 
In  an  eternal  day. 

136  c.  M. 

1  LET  every  mortal  ear  attend. 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ! 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
"With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  soula, 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
9 


130  SACEED    MELODIES. 

And  vainly  strive  "vvitli  earthly  toys. 
To  fill  an  empty  mind. 

3  Eternal  ■uisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast ; 
And  bids  yoiu-  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  yoiir  raging  thirst, 
"With  streams  that  never  dry. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  all  the  day, 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies. 
And  drive  our  wants  awav. 

137  c.  M. 

1  FAIlE^^\ELL,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu. 

Your  glories  I  despise  ; 
Your  friendship  I'll  no  more  pursue. 
Your  flatt'ries  are  but  lies. 

2  You  promise  happiness  in  vain, 

Nor  can  you  satisfy  ; 
Your  highest  pleasures  turn  to  pain. 
And  all  your  treasures  die. 

3  Had  I  the  Indies  east  and  west, 

And  riches  of  the  sea, 
"Without  my  God  I  could  not  rest, 
f  «r  h%  is^all  to  me. 


EACBES    MELODIES.  ISl 

Then  let  my  soul  rise  far  above, 

By  faith  I'll  take  my  -vving, 
To  the  eternal  realms  of  love, 

"NVhere  saints  and  angels  sing. 


138 


7S.  6  LINES. 


1  AVHEX  shall  we  all  meet  again, 
AVhen  shall  we  all  meet  again  r 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  asrain. 


*&"• 


Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  a  hostile  sky  ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls. 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
Oft  shall  we  all  meet  again. 


^o"- 


When  our  burnish' d  locks  are  gray, 
Thonn'd  by  many  a  toil-spent  day ; 
"When  around  this  youthful  pine. 
Moss  shall  creep,  and  ivy  twine, 
Long  may  this  loved  bower  remain, 
Here  may  we  all  meet  again. 

"WTien  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamp  is  dead, 
"When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade. 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid — 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  a^ain. 


132  SACiiEB    MBI/OJDJBS. 


139 


p.  M. 


THE  people  called  Christians 
Have  many  things  they  tell, 
About  the  land  of  Canaan, 
Where  saints  and  angels  dwell  ; 
But  sin,  a  dreadful  ocean, 
Encloses  them  around, 
With  its  tide  still  divides  them 
Prom  Canaan's  happy  ground. 

Thousands  have  been  impatient 

To  find  a  passage  through, 

And  with  united  vigor 

Have  tried  what  they  could  do  ; 

But  vessels  built  by  human  skill 

Have  never  sailed  far, 

Till  we  found  them  aground 

On  some  dreadful  sandy  bar. 

The  everlasting  gospel 
Has  launch' d  to  the  deep  at  last  j 
Behold  her  sails  extended 
Around  her  towering  mast ; 
Along  her  deck  in  order, 
Her  joyful  sailors  stand, 
Crjing,  "  Ho  !  here  we  go 
To  Immanuel's  happy  land  !" 

To  all  that  stand  spectators 
What  anguish  mil  ensue, 
To  hear  their  old  companions- 
Bid  them  a  long  adieu ; 


I 


8ACRED    MELODIES.  133 

The  pleasure  of  your  paradise 
Can  us  no  more  invite, 
"While  we  sail  vou  mav  rail, 
But  we'll  soon  be  out  of  sight. 

5  We're  now  on  the  wide  ocean, 
We  bid  this  world  farewell ; 
And  where  we  shall  east  anchor 
No  human  tongue  can  tell : 
About  our  future  destiny 
There -needs  no  more  debate, 
While  we  ride  on  the  tide, 
With  the  Captain  and  his  Mate. 

6  The  passengers  united, 
In  order,  peace,  and  love ; 
The  wind  all  in  our  favor, 
How  sweetly  we  do  move  ; 
The  tempest  now  assails  us, 
The  raging  billows  roar  ! 

We  will  sweep  through  the  deep, 
Till  we  reach  that  blessed  shore. 

140       Am  — Daughter  of  Zion. 

1  CHILDREN  of  Zion  !  what  harp  notes'are  stealing 
So  soft  o'er  our  senses,  so  soothingly  sweet? 

'T  is  the  music  of  ancels,  their  raptures  revealing. 
That  you  ha\"e  been  broug:ht  to  the  holy  one's  feet. 

Children  of  Zion  !  vre  join  in  their  welcome; 

'T  is  sweet  to  lie  low  at  that  blessed  retreat. 

2  Children  of  Zion  !  no  longer  in  sadness, 

Refrain  from  the  feast  that  your  Savior  hath  given  j 
Come  taste  of  the  cup  of  salvation  with'gladness, 
And  think  of  tl^  banciuet  stUl  gwe^er  in  heaven. 


184  «AC?RED    MELODIES. 

Children  of  Zion  !  our  hearts  bid  you  welcome 
To  the  church  of  the  ransomed — the  kingdom  of 
heaven. 

5  Children  of  Zion  !  we  joyfullj' hail  you  ! 

"Who've  entered  the  sheepfold,  through  Jesus,   the 

door, 
"While  pilgrims  on  earth,  tho'  the  foe  may  assail  you. 
Press  forward,  and  soon  will  the  conflict  be  o'er, 
Children  of  Zion  I  0  welcome,  thrice  welcome  ! 
"We'll  meet  where  the  foe  shall  oppress   thee  no 
more. 

141  L.  M. 

1  MY  Christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
"Whose  hearts  in  sweetest  union  prove, 
Your  friendship's  like  a  dra"\\ing  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

2  Your  company's  sweet,  your  union's  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear ; 

And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part 
You  draw  like  chords  around  my  heart. 

3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  pass'd  away, 
"\Mien  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray  ; 
How  loth  we've  been  to  leave  the  place 
AMiere  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  faoe. 

4  O  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  fainting  mind  ; 
But  duty  makes  me  understand 

That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

6  Then  since  it  is  God's  holy  will 
We  must  be  part-ed  for  awhile. 


BACBED    HELODIHS.  135 

In  swr^t  submission,  all  as  one, 
We'll  say,  our  Father's  will  be  done. 

2  L.  M. 

i  GO  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet, 
See,  in  his  name,  what  wonders  meet ; 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  liis  grace. 

2  The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  some  faint  shadow  of  my  Lord : 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Must  mingle  colors  not  her  own. 

3  Is  he  a  Fountain  ?     There  I'll  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  sin  and  death, 
These  waters  all  my  soul  renew. 
And  cleanse  my  spotted  garments  too. 

4  Is  he  &  Sun  ?  His  beams  are  grace. 
His  course  is  joy  and  righteousness — 
Is  he  a  tree?     The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves. 

4  Is  he  a  Rose  ?     Not  Sharon  vields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields. 
Or  if  the  lily  he  assume, 
The  valleys  bless  the  rich  perfume. 

6  Is  he  a  Star  ?     He  breaks  the  night. 
And  spreads  for  all  the  dawning  light — 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright,  the  Morning  Star. 


136  SACKED    MELODIES. 

7'  Is  he  a  Way  ?  He  leads  to  God, 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ! 
There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  xzal. 
Till  I  anive  at  Zion's  hill. 

8  Is  he  a  door  ?  I'll  enter  in — 
Behold  the  pastures  large  and  green, 
A  paradise  divmely  fair, 

And  all  the  saints  have  freedom  there, 

9  Is  he  a  Rock  r  How  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  : 

Yet  the  sweet  streams  that  from  him  Sow, 
Attend  us  all  the  desert  through. 

10  Is  he  designed  a  Corner-Stone, 

Por  men  to  build  their  heaven  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  foimdation  too  ; 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below. 

11  Nor  earth,  nor  seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heaven  his  full  resemblance  bears  ; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace. 

Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

143  L.  M. 

1  AWAY  my  doubts,  begone  my  fear. 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord  appear  ; 

The  wonders  which  my  Sa\dor  "ttTOught^i 
O  how  delightful  is  the  thought ! 

2  The  wonders  of  redeeming  love. 
When  first  mv  heart  was  dra-wn  above. 


! 


SACRED    MEL0DIE9.  137 

When  first  I  seav  mv  Savior's  face, 
And  triumph'd  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

3  Pursue  my  thoughts,  this  pleasing  theme, 
'T  was  not  a  fancy,  nor  a  dream  ; 

*T  was  grace  descending  from  the  sides, 
And  shall  be  marv'lous  in  my  eyes. 

4  Long  had  I  mourn' d  like  one  forgot, 
Long  had  my  soul  for  comfort  sought, 
Jesus  was. -witness  to  my  tears. 

And  Jesus  sweetly  calm'd  my  fears. 

5  He  cleans'd  my  soul,  he  chang'd  my  dress, 
;  And  cloth' d  me  with  his  righteousness  ; 

He  spoke  at  once  my  sins  forgiven. 
And  I  rejoic'd  as  if  in  heaven. 

6  These  are  the  wonders  I  record, 
The  marv'lous  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
O  for  a  tongue  to  speak  his  praise. 
To  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

144  c.  M. 

1  FROM  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain, 

And  from  this  earthly  clod. 
Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to  gain 
Some  fellowship  Avith  God. 

2  Say,  what  is  there  below  the  sky, 

In  all  the  paths  thou'st  trod. 
Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joj-s, 
I^e  fellowship  with  God  r 


1^8  BACB2D    MELODIES. 

3  Nor  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 

Xor  pleasures  flo-n-ery  road, 
Can  to  my  soul  such  bli^^s  impart, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

4  When  I  in  love  am  made  to  bear, 

Afflictions  needful  rod. 
Light,  sweet,  and  kind  it  now  appears 
Thro'  fellowship  with  God. 

5  And  when  the  icy  arms  of  death 

Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood, 
"With  joy  I'll  yield  my  latest  breath 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

6  "When  I  at  last  to  heaven  ascend, 

And  join  that  blest  abode, 
There  an  eternity  I'll  spend 
In  fellowship  \\'ith  God. 

145  4s.,  3s.  &  7s. 

1  HARK  !  the  pealing 
Softly  stealing. 
Funeral  bell 

Sadlv  sneaks  a  soul's  fai-ewell. 

2  "Welcome,  welcome, 
Is  thy  music, 
Silvery  bell, 

Thou  hast  tolled  a  saint's  farewell. 

8  Sweetly  sleeping, 
Pricnds  why  weeping  ? 


gACTREB    MELODIES-  139 

«  All  is  well," 
Tolls  the  solemn  funeral  bell. 

4  Happy  hour, 

When  God's  power 

Fills  the  breast ; 

Sweetly  soothing  souls  to  rest. 

6  Time  is  fleeting, 
Hearts  now  beating, 
Funeral  bell, 
Soon  will  bid  the  world  farewell. 

6  Of  our  number 
All  vriil  slumber  ! 
Solemn  bell. 
Thou  mav'st  toll  our  last  farewell. 

146  p.  M. 

1  AVHEX  for  the  eternal  v>-orld  I  steer, 
And  seas  are  calm,  the  skies  are  clear, 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise. 

And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise. 
My  soul — for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings — 
Vain  v/orld  adieu. 

2  With  cheerful  hopes  my  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore, 
The  trees  of  life  and  pastures  green. 
The  golden  streets  and  crystal  streams, 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  -vWngs, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 

Vain  world  adieiu 


140  SACRED    MELODIES. 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
!More  eager  all  her  powers  expand  ; 
"With  steady  helm  and  free  bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vail. 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings. 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings — 
Glory  to  God ! 

147  c.  M. 

1  O  TELL  me  where  the  dove  is  flown, 

To  build  her  downy  nest, 
And  I  will  search  the  world  around, 
To  ^^'m.  her  to  my  breast. 

2  I  sought  her  in  the  rosy  bower 

Where  pleasure  holds  her  reign  ; 
"SMiere  fancy  flies  from  flower  to  flower, 
But  there  I  sought  in  vain. 

3  I  sought  her  in  the  bower  of  love  : 

I  knew  her  tender  heart ; 
But  she  had  flown — that  peaceful  dove 
Had  felt  the  traitor's  dart. 

4  Upon  ambition's  craggy  hill 

I  thought  this  bu'd  might  stray, 
And  there  I  sought,  but  vainly  still ; 
She  never  flew  that  way. 

5  Paith  smiled  and  shed  the  tender  tear 

To  see  me  search  around, 
And  whispered,  "  I  can  tell  thee  where 
The  dove  may  yet  be  found. 


8AC11ED    MJBLODIES.  HI 

6  In  meek  religion's  humble  cot, 
,  She  built  her  doA^-ny  nest ; 

Go,  seek  that  sweet  secluded  spot, 
And  win  her  to  thy  breast." 

148  c.  M. 

1  YE  burden' d  souls  to  Jesus  come  ; 

You  need  not  be  afraid  ; 
He  loves  to  hear  poor  sinners  cry, 
He  loves  to  hear  them  plead. 

2  Ye  humble  souls  to  Jesus  come, 

'T  was  he  who  made  you  see 
Your  ■v\Tetched,  ruin'd,  helpless  state — 
Your  guilt  and  misery. 

3  Christ  is  a  friend  to  mourning  souls  ; 

Then  why  should  you  despair, 
Since  Saul  and  Mary  Magdalene 
Found  crace  and  mercv  here  ? 


b 


is. 


149 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing  ; 

Sing  your  Savior's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  theij  happiness  shall  «e«. 


142  SACIt£J>    MELODISS. 

3  O,  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made — 
Vs  to  save  our  flesh  assumes : 
Brother  to  ova  soul  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ! 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

6  Fear  not,  brethren,  joj-ful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  youundismay'd  go  on. 

6  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Onlv  thou  oiu'  Leader  be. 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

150  7s.  &6s. 

1  I  ONCE  enjoyed  my  Lord, 

Lived  happy  in  his  love. 
Delighted  in  his  holy  word. 
And  sought  my  rest  above. 

2  This  world  I  did  despise 

With  all  its  gaudy  show  ; 
Thro'  faith  in  Christ  tui-n'd  ofi"  mine  eyes 
From  vanities  below. 

3  I  then  could  praise  the  Lord, 

For  his  redeeming  love, — 


'  SACUED    MELODIC*.  143 

I  knew  his  grace  did  peace  afford, 
For  I  that  peace  did  prove. 

4  But  O  !  alas,  ray  soul ! 

"Where  is  my  comfort  now  ? 
Why  did  I  let  my  love  grow  cold^ 
And  Avhy  to  idols  bow. 

5  Trembling  to  Christ  I'll  fly, 

And  all  my  sins  confess  ; 
Beneath  his  cross  I'll  humbly  fall. 
And  ask  restoring  grace. 

6  I'll  mortify  my  pride, 

Myself  I  will  deny, 
And  if  I  perish,  Lord,  at  last 
Beneath  thy  cross  I'll  die. 

151  The  Cro.'is. 

1  MUST  Simon  bear  his  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 

And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 
Yes,  there's  a  cross  on  Calvary  ! 
Through  which,  by  faith,  the  crown  I  see, 
Por  me  't  is  pardon  bringing, 
O,  that's  the  cross  for  me, 
O,  that's  the  cross  for  me, 
O,  that's  the  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

"SVho  once  went  movirning  here, — 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  teax ; 


144  SACIUS^D    MELODI£0. 

Yes,  perfect  love  "svill  dry  the  tear. 
And  east  out  all  tormenting  fear, 
AVhich  round  my  heart  is  clinging, 
O,  tliat's  the  love  for  me,  &c. 

3  We'll  bear  the  consecrated  cross, 
Till  from  the  cross  "vve  are  free, 
And  then  go  home  to  wear  the  crown, 

For  there's  a  crown  for  me  ; 
Yes,  there's  a  crown  in  heaven  above, 
The  purchase  of  a  Savior's  love, 
For  me  at  his  appearing  ; 

O,  that's  the  crown  for  me,  &c. 

152  The  Happy  Land. 

1  THERE  is  a  happy  land,  Far,  far  avay, 

Where  saints  in  glory  stand,  Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
0  how  they  sweetly  sing,  Worthy  is  our  Savior  King  j 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring,  Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land,  Come,  come  away  ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand,  Why  still  delay  f 

Oh  we  shall  happy  be,   When  from   sin  and  sorrow 

free  ; 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee,  Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land.  Beams  every  eye, 
Kept  by  a  father's  hand,  Love  cannot  die, 

0,  then,   to  glory  run  j    Be  a  crown  and  kingdom 

won; 
And  bright,  above  the  sun,  We  reign  for  aye. 

4  Xow  in  our  youthful  days,  Come  let  ua  sing  ; 
High  let  our  voices  raise,  Praise  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  above  the  sky,  Holy,  holy,  holy,  cry, 
Tq  God  euthx^ued  ou  high,  Jesus  their  fij^g. 


} 


8A.CXl£I>  KBLOBIfiS.  liS 

S  There,  in  that  world  of  light,  "We  all  shall  meet, 
Rob'd  in  pure  raiment  white,  Each  other  greet ; 
Lord  then  we'll  raise  the  strain,   To   the  Lamb  that 

once  was  slain, 
High  on  the  heaveely  plain.  At  Jeaua'  feet. 

158 

1  WILL  you  come  to  the  cross  I  have  died  en  for 

you, 
To   save  you  from  death,   which  was  justly  your 

due  ? 
Say,  will  you — will  you — will  yeu — will  you  come  to 

the  cross  ? 

2  And  while  at  my  feet  in  contrition  you  lie, 
I'll  hush  with  my  love  every  penitent  sigh. 

,   Say,  will  y<5U — will  you — will  you — will  you  take  up 
the  cross  ? 

3  'T is  your  Savior  that  calls,  "'tis  your  God  that  im- 

plores 
You  sinners  to  turn  and  be  sinners  no  more. 
Say,  wiU  you — will  you — will  you — will  you  turn  and 

be  free? 

4  Be  free  from  the  world,  its  temptation  and  care, 
And  take  up  the  cross  !  it  is  easy  to  bear. 

Say,  will  you — will  you— will  you — will  you  take  up 
the  cross  ? 

•6  'T  will  be  feet  for  the  lame,  and  support  for  the  frail. 
And  a  weapon  of  war,  when  thy  fees  shall  assail. 
Say,  will  you — will  you — will  you — will  you  take  up 
the  cross  ? 

"6  I've  a  mansion  prepared  for  the  poor  and  distress'd, 
Where  the  thief  enters  not  and  the  weary  find  rest. 
Say,  will  you— will  you— will  you— will  yoa  dwell 
with  me  there  >' 
10 


146  SACKED    MBLODIBS, 

7  Sinner,  take  up  the  cross  ;  in  that  heavenly  fand 
I've  a  crown  for  thy  head,  and  a  palm  for  thy  hant?. 
Say,  will  you — will  you — will  you — will  you  reign 
with  me  there  ? 

154  88.,  58.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  I  HATE  sought  round  the  verdant  earth, 

For  unfading  joy, 
I  have  tried  every  source  of  mirth. 

But  all,  all  will  cloy  ; 
Lord,  bestow  on  me 
Grace  to  set  the  spiiit  free, 
Thine  the  praise  shall  be, 

Mine,  mine  the  joy.  i 

2  I  have  wandered  in  mazes  dark^ 

Of  doubt  and  distress, 
I  have  not  had  a  Idndling  spark. 

My  spirit  to  bless ; 
Cheerless  unbelief 
Filled  my  laboring  soul  with  grief  i 
"What  shall  give  relief ; 

"What  shall  give  peace  ? 

^  I  then  turned  to  thy  Gospel,  Lord, 

From  folly  away ; 
I  then  trusted  thy  holy  word. 

That  taught  me  to  pray ; 
Here  I  found  release, 
"Weary  spirit  here  found  rest, 
Hope  of  endless  bliss. 

Eternal  day. 

4  I  will  praise  now  my  heavenly  Kingj? 
I'll  praise  and  adore  ; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  147 

The  heart's  richest  tribute  bring 

To  thee,  God  of  power  ; 
And  in  heaven  above, 
Saved  bv  thy  redeeminsr  love, 
Loud  the  strains  shall  move, 

For  evermore,  • 

155 

1  WE'RE  trav'ling  home  to   heaTen  above— Will  yea 

go  !  Will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Savior's  dying  love^-Will  you  go? 
Will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reached  this  blest  abode, 
Anointed  liings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  now  are  oa  the  road — Will  you  go  ? 
Will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb— Will  you  go  f 

Will  you  go  ? 
In  rapt'rous  strains  to  praise  his  name,  Vrillyougo? 
Will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear. 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share?    Will  you 
go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 

3  We're  going  to  join  the   Heavenly  Choir.     Will  you 

go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre.    Will  you  go? 
Will  you  go  f 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
Hosannah  to  their  God  and  King, 
And  make  the  heavenly   arches  ring.    Will  you  go? 
Will  you  go  ? 

4  Ye  weary,  heavy  laden,  come.    Will  you  go  ?    Will 

you  go  ? 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room.    Will  you  go? 
Will  you  go  ? 


148  SACRED    MELODIES. 

The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
If  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe. 
He'll  give  thy  troubled  conscience  ease.     Come  be- 
lieve, 0  believe ! 

6  The  way  to  heaven  is  free  for  all.    Will  you  go  ? 
Will  you  po  f 
For  Jew  and  Gentile — great  and  small— Will  you  go  f 
Will  you  go  ? 
Make  up  your  mind.  Give  God  your  heart, 
With  every  sin  and  idol  part, 
And  now  for  glory  make  a  start.     Come  away  I 
Come  away  I 

156  L.  M. 

1  A  POOR  wayfaring  man  of  grief 

Hatli  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
"Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief. 

That  I  could  never  ansAver  '«  nay  ;" 
1  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went  or  whence  he  came, 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

2  Once  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 

He  entered,  not  a  word  he  spake ; 
Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread ; 

I  gave  him  all :  he  blessed  it,  brake. 
And  ate,— but  gave  me  part  again. 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion,  then, 
For  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste. 
The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  foimtain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock  ;    his  strength  wa 
gone; 


SACRED   MELODIES.  149 

The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst, 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on  ! 
I  ran  to  raise  the  sufferer  up  ; 
Tlirice  from  the  stream  he  ch-ained  my  cup, 
Dipt,  and  returned  it  running  o'er ; 
I  diank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  'T  was  night ;  the  floods  were  out ;  it  blew 

A  V\inter  hiu-ricane  aloof ; 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof ; 
I  warmed,  I  clothed,  I  cheered  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest ; 
Then  made  the  hearth  my  bed,  and  seemed 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dreamed. 

5  Stript,  wounded,  beaten,  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  him  by  the  high  way-side  ! 
I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment ;  he  was  healed ; 
I  had  myself  a  wound  concealed; 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next  condemned 

To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn  ; 
The  tide  of  Ipng  tongues  I  stemmed, 

And  honored  him  midst  shame  and  scorn ; 
My  frienship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  asked  if  I  for  him  would  die  ; 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "  I  will." 


150  SA.ORBD    MELODIES. 

7  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view, 

The  stranger  darted  from  disguise  ; 
The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew, 

My  SaAdor  stood  before  mine  eyes  : 
He  spake ;  and  my  poor  name  he  named  ; 
<«  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed ;" 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be  ; 
Fear  not,  thou  didst  them  unto  me. 

1 57  7s.  &  5s.  Double. 

1  ROrSE  ye  at  the  Savior's  call! 
Sinners,  rouse  ye  one  and  all ; 
Wake  !  or  soon  your  souls  will  fall, 

Fall  in  deep  despair. 
"Woe  to  him  who  turns  away, 
Jesus  kindly  calls  to-day  ; 
Come,  O  sinner,  while  you  may. 

Raise  your  soul  in  prayer. 

2  Heard  ye  not  the  Savior  cry 

<*  Tm-n,  O  turn,  why  'v\ill  you  die  !" 
And  in  keenest  agony, 

Moujn  too  late  your  doom  ! 
Haste,  for  time  is  rushing  on  ! 
Soon  the  fleeting  hour  is  gone. 
The  lifted  arrow  flies  anon. 

To  sink  you  in  the  tomb  ! 

3  By  the  Savior's  bleeding  love. 
By  the  joys  of  heaven  above. 

Let  these  words  your  spirits  move  ; 

Quick  to  Jesus  fly  ! 
Come  and  save  your  souls  from  death, 


SACSED   MELODIES,  1-5 i 

Haste !  escape  Jehovah's  A\Tath, 
Fly  !  for  life's  a  fleeting  breath, 
Soon,  O  soon  you'll  die. 

58  c.  M. 

1  O  LAXD  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 

"SMien  will  the  moment  come, 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home  1 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

Xo  peaceful  sheltering  dome  ; 
This  woi-ld's  a  "wilderness  of  woe. 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest, 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  iiy  for  succor  to  his  breast, 
And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 

4  I  should  at  once  hav^e  quit  the  field, 

AVhere  foes  m  fury  roam, 
But  ah,  my  passport  was  not  sealed, 
I  could  not  yet  go  home. 

5  '\\Taen  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 

I  viewed  the  gaping  tomb. 
Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  tide. 
Yet  still  I  sighed  for  home. 

6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
i  long  to  leave  the  unhallowed  ground, 
Aiid  dwell  "vvith  Chiist  at  home. 


152^  &A.CBSD    MELODIES. 

159  c.  M. 

1  LOED  r  ill  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Then  to  thine  house  -will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  -will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  "worship  in  thy  fear. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  -whose  sight 

The  ^vicked  shall  not  stand ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight. 
Nor  dweU-at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  they  who  love  and  fear  thy  name 

Shall  see  their  hopes  fulfilled ; 
The  mighty  God  "will  compass  th^m 
With  favor  as  a  shield. 

5  O  may  thy  spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  truth  and  grace  ; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

160 

1  TOGETHEE  let  us  sweetly  live, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ^ 
Together  let  us  sweetly  die, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  153 

CHORUS. 

0  Canaan,  bright  Canaan, 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  : 

0  Canaan,  it  is  my  happy  home, 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

2  If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ; 
Look  out  for  me,  I'm  coming  too, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

3  I  haye  some  friends  before  me  gone, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ; 
And  I'm  resolved  to  travel  on, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

4  Our  songs  of  praise  shall  filTthe  skies, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ; 
"While  higher  still   our  joys  they  rL«;e, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

5  Then  come  with  me,  beloved  friend, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan 
The  joys  of  heaven  shall  never  end, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 


> 


161 


WHAT'S  this  that  steals  upon  my  frame — 
Is  it  death  ?     Is  it  death  ? 

Which  soon  will  quench  this  vital  flame^ 
Is  it  death  ?     Is  it  death  ? 

If  this  be  death  I  soon  shall  be 

From  every  pain  and  sorrow  fre^— 

I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see — 

All  is  weU — All  is  well. 


154  6A€RED    MELODIES. 

2  Weep  not,  my  friends,  weep  not  for  me — 

All  is  well— All  is  well. 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  I  am  free — 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise 
To  hide  my  Jesus  from  my  eyes, 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies — 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  ye  saints  in  glory — 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 
I  will  rehearse  the  pleasing  story — 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come. 
They're  round  my  bed,  and  in  my  room, 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home — 

All  is  well  —AH  is  well. 

4  Hark  !  Hark  !  my  Lord  and  Master  calls  me — 

All  is  well — All  is  welL 
I  soon  shall  see  his  face  in  glory, 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 
Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you, 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view — 

All  is  well — All  is  well. 

6  Hail !  Hail !  all  hail,  ye  blood-washed  throng — 
Saved  by  grace — Saved  by  grace. 

I've  come  to  join  your  rapturous  song. 

Saved  by  grace — Saved  by  grace. 

All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  di\iue, 

And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine. 

Forever  with  the  blest  to  shine — 
All  is  well — All  is  well. 

162 

1  WHERE  is  now  a  righteous  Noah  ? 
Where  is  now  a  righteous  Noah  ? 
Where  is  now  a  righteous  Xoah  ? 
Safe  in  the  promis'd  land. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  155 

He  went  up  through  a  flood  of  water, 
He  went  up  tlirough  a  flood  of  water, 
He  went  up  through  a  flood  of  water, 
Safe  in  the  promis'd  land. 

CHORtrS. 

By  and  by  we  do  hope  to  meet  him, 
By  and  by  we  do  hope  to  meet  him, 
By  and  by  we  do  hope  to  meet  him, 
Safe  in  the  promis'd  land. 

Where  is  ijow  good  old  Elijah,  &c. 
He  went  up  both  soul  and  body,  &c. 

"WTiere  are  now  the  ancient  worthies,  &c. 
They  went  up  through  a  fiery  furnace,  &c. 

"WTiere  is  now  a  praying  Daniel,  &c. 
He  went  up  thi-ough  a  den  of  lions,  &c. 

^^Tiere  is  noAV  a  Paul  and  Silas,  &c. 
They  went  up  through  tribulation,  &e. 


163 


p.  M. 


1  How  happy  is   the  man  who  has  chosen  wisdom's 

ways. 
And  measured  out  his  span  to  his  God  in  prayer  and 

praise ; 
His  God  and  his  Bible  are  all  that  he  desires. 
To  holiness  of  heart  he  continually  aspires  ; 
In  poverty  he's  happy,  for  he  knows  he  has  a  Friend, 
Who  never  will  forsake  him  till  the  world   shall  have 

an  end. 

2  He  rises  in  the  morning,   with  the  lark  he  tunes  his 

lays, 
And  offers  up  his  tribute  to  his  God  in   prayer  and 
praise ; 


A 


156  SACRE©    MELODIES. 

And  then  to  his  labors  he  cheerfully  repairs. 

In  confidence  believing  that   God  will  hear  his  pray 

ers. 
Whatever  he  enpajres  in,  at  home  or  abroad, 
His  object  is  to  honor  and  to  glorify  his  God. 

S  In  sickness,  pain  and  sorrow,  he  never  will  repine. 

While  he  is  drawing  nourishment  from  Christ  the  liv- 
ing vine. 

When  trouble  presses  heavily  he  leans  on  Jesus* 
breast. 

And  in  his  precious  promises  he  finds  a  quiet  rest. 

The  yoke  of  Christ  is  easy,  and  his  burden  always 
light. 

He  lives,  nor  is  he  weary,  till  Canaan  heaves  in 
sight. 

4  'T  is  thus  you  have  his  history  through  life  from  day 

to  day. 
Religion  is  no  mystery,  with  him  't  is  a  beaten  way  ;  : 
And  when  upon  his  pillow  he  lies  down  to  die, 
In  hope  he  rejoices,  for  he  knows  his  Gnd  is  nigh. 
And  when  life's  lamp  is  flickering,   his  soul  on  wings  : 

of  love, 
Flies  away  to  realms   of  glory,  there  to   reign  with 

Christ  above. 

5  And  now  his  spirit's  happy,   for  he's  gained  the  holy , 

land, 
With  a  crown  of  glory  on  his  head  and  palm  in  hia  • 

hand  ; 
With  saints,  priests  and  prophets,  he'll  sweep  thei 

golden  lyre. 
And  shout  loud  hallelujahs  with  all  the  heavenly  i 

choir. 
He's  happy,  in  eternity  his  joy  will  be  complete, 
With  angels  now  he's  bowing  round  his  glorious  Sa-  • 

vior's  feet. 

164  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing  ; 


SAORED   MELODIES.  157 

Their  theme  is  all-redeeming  love, 
Fain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above. 

2  With  admiration  they  behold, 

The  love  of  Christ,  that  can't  be  told  ; 
They  view  themselves  upon  the  shore, 
And  think  the  battle  all  is  o'er. 

3  They  feel  themselves  quite  free  from  pain, 
And  think  their  enemies  are  slain  ; 

They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well, 
And  Satan  is  cast  doAvn  to  hell. 

4  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring  ; 

'    Ring  ^\'ith  melodious,  jo}"ful  sound, 
Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 

6  Come  take  up  arms  and  face  the  field, 
Come  gird  on  harness,  SAVord  and  shield  ; 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  King, 
And  soon  the  vict'ry  you  shall  win. 

6  "VMien  satan  comes  to  tempt  your  minds, 
Then  meet  him  with  these  blessed  lines- 
Jesus  oiu-  Lord  hath  swept  the  field, 
And  we're  determined  not  to  yield. 

165  83. 

1  WHEX  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld, 
Afiiicted  and  trembling  with  fear, 

His  heart  with  compassion  was  fill'd, 
From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear. 


15 S  SACRED    MELODIES. 

2  A^-hile  his  beha'N'ior  was  rough, 

To  bring  their  past  sins  to  their  mind  : 
But  Avhen  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  hastened  to  show  himself  kind. 

3  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he. 

Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  sold  ! 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be. 
As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told  ! 

4  "I  am  Joseph,  your  brother,"  he  said, 

"  And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear  ; 
You  sold  me  and  thought  I  was  dead.jj^jjj 
But  God,  for  your  sakes,  sent  me  here." 

6  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 

When  charged  with  purloining  the  cup, 
Thev  now  were  confounded  much  more, 
Not  one  of  them  durst  look  up. 

6  Can  Joseph  whom  we  would  have  slain. 

Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  r 
And  will  he  our  household  maintain  ? 
O,  this  is  a  brother  indeed  ! 

7  Thus  dragg'd  by  my  conscience  I  came, 

When  laden  mth  guilt,  to  the  Lord, 
Surrounded  ^^ith  terror  and  shame, 
Unable  to  utter  a  word. 

8  At  first  he  looked  stern  and  severe  ; 

What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart ! 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 

The  sentence — Thou  cursed,  depart ! 


SACKED   MELODIEa,  159 

9  But  0  !  Avhat  surprise  when  lie  spoke — 
While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face — 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

O 'er whelm' d  and  confounded  by  grace. 

166  c.  M. 

1  AFFLICTIONS  though  they  seem  severe, 

In  mercy  oft  are  sent ; 
They  stopp'd  the  prodigal's  career, 
And  caused  Inm  to  repent. 

CHOBUS. 

1  die  with  hunger  here,  he  cries, 

I  starve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
My  Father's  house  has  large  supplies. 

And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

2  What  have  I  gained  by  sin,  he  said, 

But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear  ? 
My  Father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 

3  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  doAvn  wfore  his  face  ? 

Unworthy  to  be  called  his  son, 

I'll  seek  a  servant's  place. 

4  His  Father  saw  him  coming  back. 

He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smil'd, 
And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebelKous  child. 

6  Father,  I've  sinned,  but  O  forgive  I 
Enough,  the  Father  said ; 


160  gA.ORED    MELODIES. 

Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourned  as  dead. 

167  L.  M. 

1  ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ! 
And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  But  an  eternity  there  is, 
Of  endless  woe  and  endless  bliss  ; 
And,  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round, 
"We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind  ! 
They're  gone  !    but  where  ? — ah,  pause 

and  see  ; 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

4  Sinner,  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell  ? 
And  is  death  nothing  then  to  thee ; 
Death  and  a  dread  eternity  ? 

168  p.  M. 

1  HEARKEN"^  ye  sprightly,  and  attend,  ye  rain  ones, 
Pause  in  your  mirth,  adversity  consider  ; 

Learn  from  a  friend's  pen,  sentimental,  painful, 
Sicj£-bed  reflections. 

2  Healthful  and  gay,  like  you  I  spent  my  moments, 
Fondly  my  heart  said,  joy  shall  last  forever  j 


SACBED    MELODIES.  161 

But  I'd  forgotten  man  has  no  enjoyments, 
But  by  permission, 

J  Sudden  and  avrful  from  the  height  of  pleasure, 
By  pain  and  sickness  throivn  upon  a  death-bed  j 
Yain  is  its  softness  to  assuage  the  pain  of 
Raging  disorder. 

1  Ah  '.  many  years  I've  spent  without  considering 
Man  was  a  mortal,  dependent  on  a  moment  j 
Life  but  a  shadow,  time  a  flying  arrow, 
Quick  to  dispel  it, 

>  Oft  have  I  listened,  while  death-bells  were  tolling, 
Seen  the  graves  open  with  spectators  mourning, 
But  was  myself,  in  spice  of  all  these  warnings, 
Long  life  expecting. 

Counsels  I've  slighted,  warnings  I've  neglected, 

In  my  gay  moments,   thoughts  of  death  I've  ban- 

ish'd. 
When  grown  gray  headed,  often  I've  resolved 

Death  to  prepare  for. 

r  Tortured  in  body,  and  condemned  in  spirit. 
No  sweet  composure  to  direct  one  prayer. 
All  is  disorder,  yet  my  state  eternill 
Now  is  depending. 

i  0,  ghastly  death !  pray  stop  one  moment  longer, 
AVhile  I  give  warning  to  my  gay  companions  : 
No  time  is  granted  for  expostulation  ; 
Shun  my  example. 


169 


lis. 


I  "WHILE  nature  was  smUing  in  stillness  to  rest. 
And  the  last   b.ams   of  daylight  were  dim  in  the 

west  ; 
O'er  fields  by  pale  moonlight  in  lonely  retreat, 
In  deep  meditation  I  wandered  my  feet. 
11 


162  SACRED   MELODrES. 

2  I  passed  a  garden — I  paused  to  hear 
A  voice  faint  and   falt'ring  from  one  kneeling  there  } 
The  voice  of  the  mourner  atfected  my  heart, 
While  pleading  in  anguish  the  poor  sinner's  part. 

3  I  listened  a  moment,  then  turned  me  to  see 
"What  man  of  compassion  this  stranger  could  be, 
"When  lo  !  I  discovered,  knelt  on  the  cold  ground, 
The  loveliest  being  that  ever  was  found. 

i  So  deep  was  his  sorrow,  so  fervent  his  prayer, 

That  down  o'er  his  bosom   rolled  sweat,  blood  and 

tears  ! 
I  wept  to  behold  him,  and  asked  his  name. 
He  answered,  'T  is  JESUS  !  from  heaven  I  came. 

5  I  am  thy  Redeemer — for  thee  I  must  die, 
The  cup  is  most  bitter,  but  cannot  pass  by  ; 
Thy  sins,  which  are  many,  are  laid  upon  me. 
And  all  this  sore  anguish  I  suffer  for  ihee  ! 

6  I  heard  with  attention,  the  tale  of  his  woe, 
While  tears  of  repentance  like  rivers  did  flow  j 
The  cause  of  his  sorrow,  to  hear  him  repeat, 
Affected  my  heart,  and  I  fell  at  his  feet  : 

7  With  a  voice  of  contrition  I  loudly  did  cry, 
Lord,  save,  or  I  perish — 0,  save,  or  I  die  I 
He  smiled  when  he  saw  me,  and  said  to  me,  live  ! 
Thy  sins,  which  are  many,  I  freely  forgive ! 

8  How  sweet  was  that  sentence,  which  made  me  re- 

joice  ! 

His  looks  how  consoling  !    how  charming  his  voice  ! 
I  ran  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad, 
And  shouted  Hosannah — 0  glory  to  God ! 


170 


p.  M. 


1  LOW  dowai  in  this  beautiful  valley, 
"Where  love   cro"v\Tis  the  meek    and    the 
lowly, 


SACRED    MELODIES.  163 

"VMiere  loud  storms  of  envy  and  folly- 
May  roll  on  their  billows  in  vain. 

2  This  low  vale  is  far  from  contention, 
There's  no  sonl  can  dream  of  dissension, 
Kor  dark  wiles  of  evil  invention 

Can  find  out  these  regions  of  peace. 

3  The  low  soul  in  humble  subjection, 
Shall  there  find  unshaken  protection  ; 

m^  The  soft  gales  of  cheering  reflection, 
The  mind  sooths  in  sorrow  and  pain. 

4  O,  there,  -there  the  Lord  will  deliver. 
And  souls  drink  this  beautiful  river, 
"Which  flows  peace  forever  and  ever, 
"Where  love  and  joy  will  always  increase. 

171  L.  M. 

1  HAIL,  heavenly  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ; 

m     Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  gi-ace, 
*    That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Against  the  God  who  rules  the  sky, 
I  fought  "s^•ith  hands  uplifted  high  ; 

(Despised  the  off'ers  of  his  grace. 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

;  3  EnT\Tapp'd  in  dark  Eg}-ptian  night, 
I     And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 

!Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 


164  SACRED   MELODIES. 

4  But  lo  !  the  eternal  counsel  ran, 
Almighty  love  arrest  the  man, 

I  felt  the  arro^YS  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 

5  Eternal  justice  stood  in  view, 
To  Smai's  fierj-  mount  I  flew  ; 

But  justice  cried  mth  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place. 

6  But  lo  !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard. 
And  mercy  to  my  soul  appear' d  ; 
She  led  me  on  a  pleasing  pace 

To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding  place. 

7  Should  storms  of  seven-fold  thunder  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
No  thunderbolt  would  daunt  my  face, 
Por  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place. 

8  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most, 
"Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast ; 
"Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding  place. 


172 


L.  M. 


THERE  is  an  hour  divinely  blest, 
"Where  earth-born  cares  are  hushed  to  rest 
"WTien  angel  spirits  hover  near, — 
It  is  the  holy  hour  of  prayer. 


!  SACRED    MELODIES.  165 

2  There  is  a  place  my  soul  lores  well, 
"Where  holy  thoughts  the  bosom  swell ; 

\     There  I  can  oft  alone  repair  ; 
It  is  the  place  of  secret  prayer. 

3  There  is  a  time  to  me  most  sweet, 
"When  friend  with  friend  can  gently  meet ; 
'Tis  round  the  sacred  altar,  where 

The  lov'd  of  home  imite  in  prayer. 

4  There  is  a  sweet,  a  lovely  spot, 

j     "VS'here  all  our  toils  ai-e  oft  forgot .; 
'     And  friends  and  foes  assemble  there, 
-     "I  is  in  the  house  of  social  prayer. 

6  And  often,  too,  I  fain  would  go 

"Where  all  may  meet  while  here  below ; 
I      The  rich,  the  poor,  the  young  and  fair, 
'Tis  in  the  house  of  public  prayer. 

,  6  But  there's  a  place  of  heavenly  rest, 
'W'here  saints,  departed,  all  are  blest, 
Dear  Jesus,  may  this  be  my  prayer, 
That  I  may  dwell  forever  there. 

173  c.  M. 

1  NOW  is  the  time,  the  accepted  hour, 

O  sinners  !  come  away  : 
The  Sa^-ior's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 

2  Do  not  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  should  withdi-aw  ; 


166  SACRED    MELODIES. 

He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come, 
To  execute  his  law. 

3  Then  where,  poor  sinners,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace  ; 
When  you  your  injured  Judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face  r 

4  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 

But  lend  a  list'ning  ear. 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 
"When  WTapped  in  keen  despair. 


174 


p.  M. 


1  THE  glorious  light  of  Zion  is  spreading  far  and 

wide. 
And  sinners  now  are  coming  into  the  gospel  tide ; 
The  standard   of  King  Jesus  doth   now  in  triumph 

rise, 
And  sinners  crowd  around  it,  with  bitter  shrieks  and 

cries. 

2  The  suflPrin.qs  of  the  Savior  upon  mount  Calvary, 
.li'e  sounding  sweet  to  sinners,  come  this  will  set  you 

free ! 
And  while  this  glorious  message  is  circulating  round, 
Some  souls,  exposed   to  ruin,  redeeming  love  have 

found. 

3  And  of  that  happy  number,  I  hope  that  I  am  one. 
And  Jesus  Christ  will  finish  the  work  he  has  begun  ; 
He'll  cut  it  short  in  righteousness,   and  I'll  forever 

be 
A  monument  of  mercy  in  all  eternity. 

4  I  am  but  a  young  convert,  I  lately  did  enlist, 

A  soldier  uader  Jesus,  my  Captain,  King,  and  Priest. 


BACHED   MELODIES.  167 

I  have  received  my  bounty,  likemse  my  martial 

dress, 
A  ring  of  love  and  favor,  a  robe  of  righteousness. 

5  And  down  into  the  water  young  converts  love  to  go, 
To  serve  our  Lord  and   Master  in  righteous  acts  be- 
low ; 

To  lay  our  sinful  bodies  beneath  the  yielding  wave  ; 
An  emblem  of  the  Savior,  when  he  lay  in  the  grave. 

6  Poor  sinners,  think  what  Jesus  has  done  for  you  and 

me, 
Behold  his  bleeding  body  suspended  on  the  tree ; 
His  bleeding  head,  his  hands,  his  side,  he  doth  to  you 

display  ; 
Come,   tell   me,   fellow  sinner,   how  can  you  stay 

away? 

7  Come  all  ye  elder  brethren,  who  're  soldier's  of  the 

cross, 

Who  for  the  sake  of  Jesus  have  counted  all  things 
dross. 

Come  pray  for  us  young  converts,  that  we  may  trav- 
el on. 

And  meet  you  ail  in  glory,  where  our  Eedeemer'a 
gone. 

175  8s.  &  7s. 

1  COME,  ye  converts,  come  and  welcome ; 

All  the  saints  are  saying,  come ; 
Joyfully  we  now  receive  you 

To  the  church,  your  future  home  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome, 
In  our  hearts  there  yet  is  room. 

2  Stay  no  longer,  stay  no  longer 

From  your  blessed  Savior's  fold  ; 
Come,  dear  youth,  ye  lambs  of  Jesus, 
He  himself  hath  bid  you  come ; 


168  SACBED    ItELODtES. 

With  his  people,  vrith  his  people. 
Join  yoTirselves,  and  be  at  home. 

3  Now  accept  the  pledge  we  give  jo\i, 

"SVhile  our  hands  with  yours  we  join, 
"SMaile  our  hearts  unite  together 

In  the  bonds  of  love  divine ; 
Blessed  Jesns,  blessed  Jesiis, 
May  we  all  henceforth  be  thine. 

4  Now  the  vows  6f  God  are  on  yon — 

Be  the  slaves  of  sin  no  more ; 
O  be  humble,  holy,  faithful 

Till  the  toils  of  life  are  o'er. 

Then,  dear  brethren,  then,  dear  sisters. 
May  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

176  L.  M. 

1  PRAYER  is  appointed  to  convey, 

The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray. 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  "WTongs  oppress, 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress. 

The  remedy's  before  thee — pray.  | 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak, 

Though  thought  be  broken,    language 
lame, 
Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak; 
But  pray  mth  faith  in  Jesus*  name. 


177 


SACRED    MELODIES.  160 


128. 


THE  voice  of  Free  Grace  cries  escape  to  the  moun- 
tain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  has  opened  a  fountain  ; 
For  sin,  and  uncleauness,  and  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation, 
Hallelujah  to  the   Lamb  who  hath  purchased  our 

pardon  ; 
"We'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  0  flee  to  the  Savior  ; 
He  call?  you  in  mercy  ;  't  is  infinite  favor  ; 
Your  sins  are  increasing  ;  escape  to  the  mountain  ; 
His  blood  can   remove  them   which  flows  from  the 
fountain. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

0  Jesus,  ride  on,  triumphantly  glorious  ; 
O'er  sin,  death  and  hell,   thou  art  more  than  victo- 
rious ; 
Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great  congregation, 
While  angels  and  men  raise  the  shout  of  salvation — 
Hallelujah  to  tho  Lamb,  &c. 


178 


C.  p.  M. 


1  AS  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Methiiiks  I  see  a  bloody  cross, 

Where  a  poor  "vdctim  hangs  : 
His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  tore, 
His  limbs  all  dressed  in  purple  gore, 

Gasping  in  d}T.ng  pangs. 

2  Surpris'd  the  spectacle  to  see, 

I  ask'd,  who  can  tliis  victim  be, 
In  such  exquisite  pain  ? 


170  BACKED    MELODIES. 

"WTiytlius  consign' d  to  woes,  I  cried  ! 
«« 'Tis  I,"  the  bleeding  Son  replied, 
"  To  save  the  world  from  sin." 

3  Jesus  for  rebel  mortals  dies  ! 
How  can  it  be  r  my  soul  replies, 

What !  Jesus  die  for  me  r 
*'  Yes,"  saith  the  suffering  Son  of  God, 
<<  I  give  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood, 

For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 

4  Lord,  since  thy  life  thou'st  freely  giv'n 
To  bring  my  wi-etched  soul  to  heav'n, 

And  bless  me  "N^ith  thy  love. 
Then  at  thy  feet,  O  God,  I'll  fall, 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 

To  reign  with  thee  above. 

179  8s.&7s. 

1  LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Savior, 

Come  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease  ; 
Come,  O  come,  and  reign  forever, 

God  of  love,  and  prince  of  peace  ; 
Yisit  now  thy  precious  Zion, 

Hear  thy  people  mourn  and  weep, 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  ai'e  crying. 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  ApoUos, 

Some  for  Cephas — none  agree  ; 
Jesus  let  us  hear  thee  call  us. 

Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee. 
Then  we'll  rush  tlirough  Avhat  encumbers 

Over  every  hind'rance  leap. 


SACBEB    MELOimiS.  171 

r'ndismay'd  by  force  of  numbers  : 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

Lord,  in  lis  there  is  no  merit, 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth, 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

AVhich  shall  teach  us  all  the  truth. 
On  the  gospel  word  we'll  venture, 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
Love's  our  bound,  and  Christ  our  centre, 

O,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  us, 

Persecution  rages  here. 
Nothing,  Lord,  we  know,  can  harm  us, 

AVliile  oiu-  Shepherd  is  so  near  ; 
Glory,  glory,  be  to  Jesus, 

At  his  name  our  heai'ts  do  leap  : 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us. 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

Hear  the  Prince  of  your  salvation, 

Saying,  "  Fear  not,  little  flock; 
I  myself  am  yoiu'  foundation. 

You  are  built  upon  this  rock  ; 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly. 

Scale  the  mount  although  't  is  steep  ; 
Look  to  me,  and  be  ye  holy, 

I  dehght  to  feed  my  sheep." 

Chjrist  alone  whose  merit  saves  us, 
Taught  by  him  we'll  o"\ati  his  name. 

Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus, 
How  it  doth  our  souls  inflame  ! 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 


172  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Give  him  glory,  he  will  keep  ; 
He  "vsill  clear  the  way  before  us, 
The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

180  c.  M. 

1  A\TIY,  O  my  soul,  why  weepest  thou  ! 

Tell  me  from  whence  arise 
Those  briny  teai's  that  often  flow, 
Those  groans  that  pierce  the  skies  ? 

2  Is  sin  the  cause  of  thy  complaint, 

Or  the  chastening  rod  r 
Dost  thou  an  evil  heart  lament. 
And  mourn  an  absent  God  ? 

3  Lord,  let  me  Aveep  for  nought  but  sin, 

And  after  none  but  thee  ; 
And  then  I  would,  O  that  I  might ! 
A  constant  weeper  be  ! 


181 


"\YE  are  on  our  journey  home ! 

[Eepeat. 
To  the  Xew  Jerusalem — 
To  meet  the  Lord  in  peace ; 
That  Lord  will  soon  appear — 
With  the  New  Jerusalem ; 
All  Christians  '11  enter  in — 
To  walk  its  golden  streets  ; 
And  see  the  spotless  Lamb 
The  blessed  Lamb  of  God  ; 
And  play  on  harps  of  gold 
In  praises  to  his  name  ; 


SACBED    MELODIES.  173 

Now  angels  are  hovering  round — 
To  bear  the  saints  all  home  ; 
To  the  New  Jerusalem. 

182  lis. 

1  LIKE  a  ship  see  the  church,  through  the  ocean  she 

rolls : 
She's  freighted  with  grace  and  well  mann'd  out  with 

souls  I 
Midst  whirlwinds  and  tempests  she  sails  through  the 

world, 
While  storms  of  temptation  against  her  are  hurl'd. 

2  She's  bound  from  the  world,  through  the  tempest  she 

flies, 
She  mounts  o'er  the  billows,  is  bound  for  the  skies, 
,  "While  Christ  stands  at  helm  no  danger  she'll  fear  ; 
Her  captain  and  pilot  know  which  way  to  steer. 

3  She  stops  not  to  anchor  in  harbors  below, 

But  o'er  life's  rough  billows  her  true  course  doth  go, 
The  highlands  of  heaven  she  still  keeps  in  view  ; 
Intends  there  to  anchor  and  there  land  her  crew. 

4  While  hell  and  her  legions  around  her  do  roar, 
Like  waves  of  the  ocean  which  break  on  the  shore  ; 
She  steers  her  course  onward,  nor  heeds  the  alarm. 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel  she  smiles  at  the  storm. 

5  The  ebb-tide  of  nature,  which  feeds  the  dead  sea, 
And  the  gulf  of  confusion,  together  agree 

To  hinder  her  progress,  her  march  to  oppose  : 

She  spreads  forth  her  canvas  and  outsails  her  foes. 

6  She's  hated  by  worldlings,  despised  by  all  fools, 
Who  sail  the  black   sea   till  they  sliipwreck  their 

souls  ; 
She  kindly  invites  them  their  course  to  bewail, 
Y«t  tarriei  not  for  them,  but  spreadi  tb«  mor«  sail. 


174  SACRED    MELODIES. 

7  She's  rapidly  sailing,  -with  strong  gales  of  love, 
And  soon  will  strike  soundings  on  fair  coasts  above, 
Make  the  highlands  of  heaven,  and  enter  the  road, 
And  anchor  fore'er  in  the  kingdom  of  God. 

183 

1  AT  life's  early  morn, 

"V\Tien  my  Bible  A^■^s  dear, 
A  Yoice  from  its  pages 
Oft  breathed  o'er  my  ear, 
"  O  grieve  not  the  Spirit  1   O  grieve  not  the 
Spirit  ! 
O  grieve  not  his  love  !" 

2  Of  my  mother  I  asked, 

As  I  knelt  at  her  knee 
To  say  my  sweet  prayer, 

"VYhat  was  whispermg  to  me  ? 
She  answered,  "  The  Spirit !  The  blest,  Holy 
Spu'it ! 
O  grieve  not  his  love." 

3  "WTien  I  mus'd  all  alone, 

And  gray  twilight  was  nigh, 
"While  the  bright  streams  of  childhood 
"Went  murmuring  by, 
A  voice  warned  me  heavenward  !    The  voice 
of  the  Spirit, 
The  Spirit  of  love. 

4  Then  youth,  -vAith  its  snares 

Did  my  footstej)S  ent^Aine, 
And  I  hardened  my  heart 
To  that  impulse  divine— 


SACRED    MELODIES.  175 

"  Repent  !"  cried  the    Spirit,  the  \\itnessing 
Spirit, 
The  Spiiit  of  love. 

5  But  years  fled  apace, 

And  Avith  sin  I  gre'sv  Avild  ; 
For  the  world  and  its  tempters 
My  conscience  defiled — 
So  I  slighted  the  Spirit,  the  pitying  Spirit, 
The  Spirit  of  love. 

6  And  now  I  am  old, 

My  temples  are  hoar. 
And  I  feel  the  wai-m  breath 
Of  his  impulse  no  more, 
For  I  slighted   the  Spirit — the  long-waiting 
Spiiit ! 
I  mocked  at  His  love." 

7  Alas  !  I  must  die. 

And  I  fear  to  depart, 
Forsaken  by  Ilim 

"SVho  converteth  the  heart ! 

0  !    grieve  not   the   Spirit — the   life-giving 

Spirit, 
The  spirit  of  love. 

184  lis. 

1  HOW  sweet  in  the  musing:  of  faith,  to  repair 
To  the  garden  where   Mary  delijrhted  to  rove  ; 

To  sit  by  the  tomb  where  she  breathed  her  fond 

prayer, 
And  paid  her  sad  tribute  of  sorrow  and  love. 


176  SACItED    MELODIES. 

2  To  see  the  bright  beam  which  disperses  her  fear. 
As  the  stone  is  removed  from  the  sepulchre's  door, 
And  the  voice  of  the  angel  salutes  her  glad  ear, — 

"  The  Savior  has  risen — he's  a  captive  no  more  !" 

3  0  Savior  !  as  oft  as  our  footsteps  we  bend 

In  penitent  sadness  to  weep  at  thy  grave, 

On  the  wings  of  thy  greatness  in  pity  descend, 

Be  ready  to  comfort,  and  mighty  to  save. 

4  We  shrink  not  from  scenes  of  desertion  and  woe. 

If  there  we  may  meet  with  the  Lord  of  our  love  ; 
Contented,  with  Mary,  to  sorrow  below, 
If  with  her  we  drink,  of  thy  fountains  above. 


185 


p.  M. 


1  HOW  lovely  the  place  whfere  the  Savior  appears 

To  those  who  believe  in  his  word  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  sorrows  and  fears, 
And  bids  me  rejoice  in  my  Lord. 

2  One  day  in  his  courts,  than  a  thousand  beside, 

Is  better  and  lovelier  far — 
My  soul  hates  the  tents  where  the  wicked  reside, 
And  all  their  delights  I  abhor. 

3  Lord,  give  me  a  place  with  the  humblest  of  saints, 

For  low  at  thy  feet  I  would  lie  : 
I  know  that  thou  hearest  my  feeble  complaints. 
Thou  hearest  the  young  raven's  cry. 

4  Give  strength  to  the  souls  that  now  wait  upon  thee, 

0  !  come,  in  thy  chariot  of  love  ; 
From  earth's  vain  enchantments,  0  !  help  us  to  flee, 
And  to  set  our  affections  above. 

186  c.  M. 

1  FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 
Thy  sov'reign  will  denies, 


SACRED    SIELODIES,  177 

Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise. 

2  Give  me  a  eahn,  and  thankful  heart, 
From  every  muraiur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

5  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

1  87  L.  M. 

1  TRIUMPHAXT  Zion  I  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead : 
Tho'  humbled  long,  avrake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Savior's  strength, 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  : 
Deck'd  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
Thy  glory  shall  the  world  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
To  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  \^ith  dread ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 


4  God  from  on  high  has  heard  thy  pr-ay( 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair  ; 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eteraal  peace, 
12 


17S  SACEED    5IEL0DIES, 

188 

1  HEAE.  tlie  royal  proclamation. 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation  ; 
Offer' d  free  for  every  creature, 
Of  the  rain'd  sons  of  nature  ! 

Jesus  reigns  ! 
He  reigns  victorious 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 

Jesus  reigns ! 

2  'T  was  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
And  for  you  was  cruciiied  ! 
Conquer' d  death  and  rose  to  heaven^ 
Life  eternal  thi'ough  him  given, 

Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

3  Tiim  unto  the  Lord  most  holy  ; 
Shun  the  paths  of  "vdce  and  folly  ; 
Turn,  or  yovi  are  lost  forever  ! 

O  now  fly  unto  the  Savior — 
Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

189  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,- 

Look,  my  soul — be  still  and  gaze^ 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace  ! 

Blessed  Jubilee  ; 
Let  thy  glarious  morning  dawn  ? 

2  Let  the  dark  benighted  pagan, 

Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 


SACRED   MELODIES.  179 

That  divine  and  glorious  conquest 
Once  obtained  on  Calvary; 

Let  the  gospel 
Loud  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 

Kingdoms  ^\T.de  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 

Now  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ! 

Let  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  -wm.  the  day  ! 

Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel, 
Win  and  conquer — never  cease  ! 

May  thy  lasting,  v.dde  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase  ; 

SAvay  thy  sceptre. 
Savior,  all  the  world  around. 


90 


Air — God  is  Love, 


1  THE  Lord  has  called— lias  called  me  by  his  word  j 

Saying  turn, saying  turn — 
And  leave  your  sins — your  sins  of  one  accord 

Saying-  turn,  saying  turn. 
But  I  have  turned  a  stubborn  ear 
To  every  call  from  year  to  year, 
And  now  must  sink  in  deep  despair — 

All's  not  well,  all's  not  well. 

2  I've  heard  the  voice  of  preachers  true  and  kind- 

Saying  turn, saying  turn, 
Who  oft  have  wept— have  wept  for  me,  and  mourn'd, 

Saying  turn, saying  turn. 
But  all  their  tears  I  did  despise— 
Entreaties,  prayers,  and  solemn  cries — 
Against  the  truth  I  turned  my  eyes — 

All's  not  well,  aU»s  not  well. 


180  SACRED   MELODIES. 

3  Now  death  has  come,  has  come  to  stop  my  breath  j 

All's  not  well,  all's  not  well. 

I  soon  must  sink  beneath  the  hand  of  death- 
All's  not  well,  all's  not  well. 

Had  I  but  turned  at  mercy's  cry, 

And  sought  salvation  when  brought  nigh, 

I  might  have  been  prepared  to  die, 

All's  not  well,  all's  not  well. 

4  And  now  my  friends,  my  friends  and  neighbora 

here — 

All's  not  well,  all's  not  well. 
Can  you  but  pray,  0  raise  one  fervent  prayer- 
All's  not  well,  all's  not  well. 
My  soul  is  sunk  in  deep  distress, 
0  pray  that  God  would  grant  me  grace, 
That  i  may  leave  the  world  in  peace — 

All's  not  well,  all's  not  well. 

5  Young  people  think,  0  tliink  on  wretched  me— 

All's  not  well,  all's  not  well. 
My  dying  words— these  words  you  oft  may  see- 
All's  not  well,  all's  not  well. 
Do  not  despise  the  Savior  now— 
But  while  you  may  in  mercy  bow- 
Fly,  fly  from  wrath  and  dreadful  woe. 

All's  not  well,  all*8  not  well. 


191 


C.  M. 


1  THE  Christian  has  a  hght  to  shine 

rpon  the  dismal  tomb — 
A  hght  of  glory  thus  di%ine, 
Dispels  the  darkest  gloom. 

2  The  Christian  has  a  treasiu-e  rare, 

A  crown  of  glory  bright ; 
Its  dazzhng  rays  are  brighter  far 
Than  noonday's  brilliant  light. 


SAORED    MELODIES.  181 

3  The  Christian  has  a  harp  so  sweet — 

A  harp  of  purest  gold — 
Its  melodies  can  -svell  compete 
With  David's  harp  of  old. 

4  The  Chi-istian  has  a  rich  reward, 

Eternal  life  in  heav'n  ; 
'Twas  bought  by  Christ's  own  precious 
blood, 
By  Jesus  Christ  'tis  given. 

192      .         c.  M. 

1  SAY,  brethren  dear,  why  sleep  we  here, 

Or  sink  into  despair- ; 
"While  sinners  go  to  world's  of  woe, 
And  perish  ever  there  ! 

2  Come,  sisters,  too,  the  way  piu-sue 

That  leads  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Up  Zion's  hill  march  on,  until 
The  promis'd  crown  is  given. 

3  Backsliders,  too,  what  -sA-ill  you  do 

"When  God  your  souls  shall  call  ? 
In  that  dread  day  what  will  you  say 
To  Christ  the  Judge  of  all : 

4  Come,  smners,  now,  to  Jesus  bow, 

His  gospel  comfort  gives ; 
Pardon  he'll  give,  thy  soul  shall  live. 
Beneath  his  balmy  wings. 

193 

1  COME  old  and  come  younjr,  and  hear  me  relate 
My  Life  and  adventures,  and  my  present  state. 


1S2  SACfiED    MELODIES. 

I  pray  you  all  give  ear  to  what  you  now  shall  hear, 
And  my  story  will  pleasure  and  sorrow  create. 

2  My  childhood  and  youth,  in  vanity  I  spent. 
Regardless  of  the  truth,  and  to  folly  intent  ; 

For  more  than  eighteen  years,  I  shed  no   mourning 

tears, 
But  plead  for  my  sins,  and  refused  to  repent. 

3  Inflexibly  hard,  impenetrably  blind. 

The  pleasures  of  sin  had  blinded  my  mind  ; 
To  me  it  did  appear,  God's  law  was  too  severe, 
To  the  cross  of  the  gospel  I  was  not  inclin'd. 

4  But  0  !  what  love,  the  love  of  God  to  man. 

That  everlasting  love  which  drew  the  saving  plan  ; 
That  love  pursued  my  soul,  when  it  was  sick  and 

foul. 
And  it  showed  me  how  near  to  the  brink  I  did  stand. 

5  Sin  then  appeared  vile,  the  law  appeared  right, 
And  justice,  and  truth,  and  holiness  shone  bright  ; 
The  word  of  God  was  true,  and  lovely  in  ray  vievz, 
But  the  pardon  of  sin,  it  was  out  of  my  sight. 

6  I  languish'd  and  mourn'd,  how  long  I  cannot  tell, 
I  saw  God  was  just   if  I  sunk  down  to  hell ; 

My  heart  was  dreadful  hard,   and  the  door  of  grace 

seemed  barr'd. 
And  my  soul  with  the  devils,  I  feared  it  would  dwell, 

7  But  when  all  my  hopes  were  nearly  fled  away, 
And  hell  from  beneath  seemed  gaping  for  its  prey  ; 
Then  Jesus  did  appear  to  dissipate  my  fears, 

And  he  took  all  the  load  from  my  conscience  away. 

8  0  what  freedom  then  I  felt,  v>-hat  joys  did  arise  ; 
And  glory  was  opened  aud  beaming  through  the 

skies ; 
I  freely  gave  up  all,  and  at  his  feet  did  fall, 
And  glory,  all  glory,  to  him  I  did  cry. 


BACKED    MELODIES.  IS 3 

€  His  voice  tlien  I  heard  in  sweet  majestic  seund, 
I  have  sought  you,  and  found  you,  and  healed  all 

your  wounds ; 
I  have  work  for  you  to  do,  be  faithful,  just  and  true, 
And  prochaim   to  the   world  what  a  Savior  you"'v9 

found. 

194  c.  M. 

1  YE  heralds  of  the  cross,  go  forth^ 

Proclanxi  the  Savior's  name  : 
Go,  preach  the  gospel  to  the  north  — 
Let  south  receive  the  same. 

2  To  all  the  ■world  the  tidings  bear  ; 

Go  sound  salvation  free  ! 
And  in  God's  kingdom  you  will  share 
A  jo^'ful  victory. 

3  Go,  tell  the  sinner  of  his  -ways, 

Of  judgment  yet  to  come  ; 
Tell  him  hell's  waiting  for  its  prey. 
And  avN^ui  is  his  doom. 

^  Fear  not  the  face  of  mortal  clay — 
Let  none  despise  thy  youth  ; 
Steadfastly  walk  in  A^.isdora's  way. 
Obedient  to  the  truth. 

195  H.  M.  ^ 


i  THOUGH  youth's  delightful  bloom    -^ 
Dwells  sweetly  on  thy  cheek, 
Soon  in  the  silent  tomb 

Thy  form  in  death  may  sleep — 


I, 


184  SACHED    MELODIES. 

Thy  soul  in  judgment  must  appear. 
And  answer  for  your  actions  here. 

2  Though  prospects  now  are  bright. 

And  pleasures  light  thy  way, 
Thy  day  may  turn  to  night — 

Thy  earthly  hopes  decay  ; 
Tain  the  pursuit  of  happiness  ; 
Earth  can  afford  no  perfect  bliss. 

3  Ye  blooming  youth,  beware ; 

From  ways  of  folly  flee ; 
Shun  the  yile  tempter's  snare, 

"While  moral  agents  free. 
Listen  unto  the  Savior's  voice, 
And  make  the  way  to  heav'n  your  choice. 

4  Jesus  was  crucified 

To  save  your  souls  from  hell ; 
For  you  he  bled  and  died, 

That  you  with  him  might  dwell — 
Aroimd  his  throne  forever  sing, 
And  love  and  praise  our  heavenly  King. 

196  c.  M. 

1  MY  sins,  how  num'rous.  Lord,  they  are ; 

I'll  bow  before  thy  tha'one ; 
Can  I  obtain  forgiveness  there, 
If  penitent  I  come  r 

2  Yes,  Lord,  I  know  thou  wilt  forgive 

The  broken,  contrite  heart ; 
Then  let  an  humble  sinner  live, 
And  grace  to  him  impart. 


SACRED   MELODIES.  186 

3  Since  thou  hast  died  for  all  mankind, 

And  hear'st  the  sinner's  prayer, 
Say,  Lord,  must  I  be  left  behind, 
To  perish  in  despair  r 

4  Pardon  my  sins  and  follies  past, 

Kemove  my  burden  now  ; 
Save  thou  my  soul  from  hell  at  last, 
And  faithfulness  I  vow. 

5  Thy  name  I  ever  A\'ill  adore, 

Thou  just  and  holy  one ; 
I'll  tread  the  -ways  of  sin  no  more, 
If  thou  my  name  wilt  own. 

197  8s.  &  7s. 

1  SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely» 
Gentle  as  the  summer-breeze. 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening, 
"When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 


^o 


2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber. 

Peaceful  in  the  gi-ave  so  low  ; 
Thou  no  more  Avilt  join  our  number 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know» 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us. 
Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel. 

But  't  is  God  that  hath  bereft  us, 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 
When  the  day  of  life  is  fled, 


k 


186  BAORED    MELODIES, 

Then  in  heaven  Mith  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 

198  c.  M. 

1  BACKSLIDERS,  who  your  misery  feel, 

Attend  your  Savior's  call ; 
Return,  he'll  your  backslidings  heal ; 
O  crowai  him.  Lord  of  all. 

2  Though  crimson  sin  increase  your  guilt, 

And  painful  is  yoiu*  tlirall, 
For  broken  hearts  his  blood  was  spilt : 
O  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Take  with  you  words,  approach  his  throne, 

And  low  before  him  fall : 
He  imderstands  the  spirit's  groan  : 
O  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  "V\Tioever  comes  he'll  not  cast  out, 

Although  your  faith  be  small ; 
His  faithfulness  you  cannot  doubt : 

0  cro"\%'n  him  Lord  of  all. 

199  8s.  &  7s. 

1  YE  who  know  your  sins  forgiven. 

And  are  happy  in  the  Lord, 
Have  you  read  that  precious  promise. 

Found  recorded  in  his  word  ■ 
I'll  impart  to  you  my  Spirit, 

1  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin, 
Sanctify  and  make  vou  holv, 

I  -will  reign  and  dwell  within. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  187 

Though  you  have  much  peace  and  comfort, 

Greater  things  you  yet  may  find — 
Preedom  from  unholy  tempers, 

Freedom  from  the  carnal  mind  ; 
To  procure  this  perfect  freedom, 

Jesus  suffered,  groaned  and  died — 
On  the  cross  the  healmg  fountain 

Gushed  from  his  bleeding  side. 

Wake  up,  brethren,  Avake  up,  sisters — 

Seek,  O  seek  that  holy  state, 
None  but -holy  ones  can  enter 

Through  those  pure  celestial  gates, — 
Can  you  bear-  the  thoughts  of  losing 

All  the  joys  that  are  above  ? 
No,  my  brethren,  no,  my  sisters, 

God  will  perfect  you  in  love. 


200 


12s. 


1  THE  chariot  !  the  chai-iot  !  its  wheels  roll  in  fire. 
As  the  Lord  Cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  hi?  ire  ; 
Lo  !  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead   are 

bowed. 

2  The  glory  !  the  glory  !  around  him  array'd, 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  now  wait  on  the  Lord  ; 
And  the  glorified  saints,  and  the  martyrs  are  there, 
And  there  all  who  the  palm -wreaths  of  victory  wear  ! 

3  The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  the  dead  have  all  heard: 
Lo  !     the  depths   of  the  stone-covered  charnel  are 

I  stirred  ! 

f     From  the  sea ,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from 
the  north. 
All  the  vast  gduerations  of  men  are  come  forth  ! 


188  SACRED    MELODIES* 

4  The  judgment  !    the  judgment !    the  thrones  are  all, 

set, 
Where  the   Lamb   and   the  white-vested  elders  are^ 

met !  j 

There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord,         1 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word.  ; 

5  In  mercy,  in  mercy,  look  down  from  above. 

Great  Creator,  on  "us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love  !       ; 
When  beneath  to    their   darkness   the  wicked    are; 

driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heaven. 

201  12s.  &  lis. 

1  HARK,  sinner,  while  God  from  on  high  doth  entreat 

thee, 
And  warnings  with  accents  of  mercy  doth  blend  ; 
Give  ear  to  his  voice,  lest  in  judgment  he  meet  thee  j 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end." 

2  How  oft  of  thy  danger  and  guilt  he  hath  told  thee  ! 

How  oft  still  the  message  of  mercy  doth  send  ! 
Haste,  haste,   while  he  waits   in  his  arms  to  enfold 

thee  ; 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end." 

8  Despised,  rejected,  at  length  he  may  leave  thee  : 
What  anguish  and  horror  thy  bosom  will  rend ! 
Then  haste^thee,  0  sinner,  while  he  will  receive  thee 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end," 

i 

4  Ere  long,  and  Jehovah  will  come  in  his  power  ; 

Our  God  will  arise,  with  his  foes  to  contend  ; 
Haste, haste  thee,  0  sinner,  prepare  for  that  hour; 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end." 

5  The  Savior  will  call  thee  in  judgment  before  him : 

0  bow  to  his  sceptre,  and  make  him  thy  Friend  ; 
Now,  yield  him  thy  heart,  and   make  haste  to  adortf 

him  ; 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end." 


SACTRED    MELODIES.  189 

202  L.  M. 

1  COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 

Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  ; 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  '•  Thev  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me  : 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind : 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea. 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

8  "  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke  and  bear  it  mth  delight : 
Mv  yoke  is  easy  to  the  neck  ; 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command : 

With  faith  and  hope,  and   humble  zeal, 
Kesign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

203  Us. 

1  THOU  sweet  gliding:  Cedron,  by  thy  silver  streams, 
Our  Savior,   at   midnight,   when  moonlight's    pale 

beams 
Shone  bright  on  the  waters,  would  frequently  stray, 
And  lose,  in  thy  murmurs,  the  toils  of  the  day. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his  head  I 
How  hard  was  his  pillow, — how  humble  his  bed  ! 
The  angels,  astonished,  grew  sad  at  the  sight, 
And  followed  their  Master  with  solemn  delight. 


o 


0  Garden  of  Olives,  thou  dear  honored  spot. 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot  2 


190  SACRED   MELODIES. 

The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above  5 
The  triuraioh  of  sorrow, — the  triumph  Of  love  I 

4  Come,  saints,  and  adore  him — come,  bow  at  his  feet 
0  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet  3 
Let  joyful  hosaunas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skiea. 

204  c.  M. 

1  PRAYEE.  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 

Unuttered  or  expressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  tire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falimg  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
"When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

205  c.  M. 

1  PRxlYER,  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Peturning  from  liis  ways, 
"While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold  he  prays." 


SACRED    MEL0D1E3.  191 

2  The  saints  in  prayer  appear  as  one 

In  word,  in  deed,  and  mind, 
AVhile  -u-itli  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

3  Xor  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone  ; 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads, 
And  Jesus,  on  th'  eternal  throne, 
For  sinners  intercedes. 

4  O  thoii,  by  whom  we  come  to  God,— 

The  lite,  the  truth,  the  way, — 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

20u         Air — Coming  Home. 

1  THE  day  has  come,  the  joyful  day  ; 

At  length  the  day  has  come, 
^^^len  saints  and  angels  joy  display 
O'er  sinner  coming  home. 

CHORUS. 

They're  coming  home,  they're  coming 
home, 

Behold  them  coming  home  ; 
And  saints  and  angels  joy  display, 

O'er  sinners  coming  home. 

2  How  beautiful  on  mountain's  top 

The  herald's  feet  appear, 
While  tidings,  blessed  tidings  drop, 


192  SACRED   MELODIES. 

The  broken  heart  to  cheer. 
They're  coming  home,  &c» 

8  The  saints  of  God  fresh  courage  take, 

Are  strong  in  conquering  prayer  ; 

The  hosts  of  hell  with  terror  shake, 

While  God  reveals  his  power. 

They're  coming  home,  &c. 

4  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 
In  songs  their  tongues  employ, 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go. 
And  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 
They're  coming   home,    they're   coming 
home, 
Behold  them  coming  home ; 
And  saints  and  angels  joy  display, 
O'er  sinners  comins;  home. 


o 


207  c.  M, 

1  JESUS,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend. 

As  such  I  look  to  thee  ; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace ; 

Kemember  Calvary ! 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

9  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God  I 

1  yield  myself  to  thee ; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne^ 
O  Lord,  remember  me» 


I 


SACRED   MELODIES.  195 

*  1  ovra.  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free  ; 
Then,  in  thy  all -abounding  grace, 
G  Lord,  remember  me. 

^  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 
Howe'er  oppressed  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth. 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

€  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  deaths 
And  creature  helps  all  flee. 
Then,  O  my  great  Kedeemer,  God, 
I  pray  remember  m.e. 

208  7s. 

27ie  Dyiiig  Thief, 

1  JESUS  Christ  has  power  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone  ; 
And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  our  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died  ^ 
One,  ynXh.  vile,  blaspheming  tongu^j 
Scoff'd  at  Jesus,  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  -nicked  breath 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death  ; 
Perish' d,  as  too  many  do, 
With  the  Savior  in  his  view. 

But  the  other,  touch' d  with  grace 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case ; 
13 


194  flACRED    MELOSIES. 

Paith  received  to  o^^^l  the  Lord, 
"Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhoxr'cL 

5  Lord,  he  pray'd,  remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be ; 
Soon  mth  me,  the  Lord  replies, 
Thou  shalt  rest  in  paradise. 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed  I 
Grace  bestow' d  in  time  of  need ! 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name. 
You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 


Tune—"  Sweet  Home.'^ 


209 

1  WHEN  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care, 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prajer  j 
It  eases,  soothes,  softens,  subdues,  yet  sustains. 
Gives  vigor  to  hope,  and  puts  passion  in  chains. 

Prayer,  prayer,  0  sweet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

2  "When  far  from  the  friends  we  hold  dearest,  we  part. 
What  fond  recollections  still  cling  to  the  heart. 
Past  converse,    past  scenes,    i>ast  enjoyments  are 

there, 
O  how  hurtfuUy  pleasing  till  hallowed  by  prayer. 

Prayer,  prayer,  O  sweet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

3  When  pleasure  would  woo  us  from  piety's  arms. 
The  siren  sings  sweetly,  or  silently  charms. 
We  listen,  love,  loiter,  are  caught  in  the  snare, — 
On  looking  to  Jesus  we  conquer  by  prayer. 

Praytr,  prayer,  0  sweet  prayer. 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

4  While  strangers  to  prayer,  we  are  strangers  to  blisses 
Heayen  pours  its  full  streams  thro'  no  medium  bttti 

this. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  195 

And  till  we  the  seraph's  full  ecstacy  share, 
Our  chalice  of  joy  juust  be  guarded  by  prayer. 

Prayer,  prayer,  0  sweet  prayer. 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

210  lis. 

"  Eemember  LoVs  JFife." 

1  HOW  prone  are  professors  to  rest  on  their  lees, 
To  study  their  pleasure,  their  profit  and  ease  ; 
Though  God  says,  Arise,  and  escape  for  thy  life, 
And  look  not  behind  thee, — Remember  Lot's  wife. 

2  Awake  from  thy  slumbers,  the  warning  believe  ; 
V  'T  is  Jesus  that  calls  thee,  the  message  receive  j 

While  dangers  are  pending,  escape  for  thy  life. 
And  look  not  behind  thee, — Remember  Lot's  wife. 

3  How  many  poor  souls  has  the  tempter  beguiled, 
'-,  With  specious  temptations  how  many  defiled  ! 

O  be  not  deluded,  escape  for  thy  life, 

And  look  not  behind  thee, — Remember  Lot's  wife. 

4  The  ways  of  religion  true  pleasure  afford, 

J    No  pleasures  can  equal  the  joys  of  the  Lord  : 
Forsake  then  the  world,  and  escape  for  thy  life, 
And  look  not  behind  thee, — Remember  Lot's  wife. 

5  But  if  you  determine  the  call  to  refuse. 

And  venture  the  way  of  destruction  to  choose; 
For  hell  you  will  part  with  the  blessings  of  life, 
And  then,  if  not  now,  you'll  remember  Lot's  wife. 


211 


12s.  &  lis. 


1  THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  we  will  not  deplore 
thee. 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb  : 
The  Savior  has  passed  through  its  portals  before  thee, 


196  SACRED   MELODIES. 

And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  thi'ough  the 
gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;    we  no  longer  behold 

thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  hy  thy 
side  ; 
But  his  wide  arms   of  mercy   are  spread  to   enfold 
thee, 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since   the    Savior  hath 
died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  and,  its  mansions  for- 

saking, 
Perhaps  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered  long: 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on  thy 
waking, 
And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the  seraphim's 
song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  we  will  not  deplore 

thee, 
Since  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian,   thy 
Guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,   and  he  will  restore  thee, 
And  death  hath  no   sting,   since  the  Savior  hath 
died. 


212  L.  M. 

1  I  LONG  to  see  the  season  come 

When  sinners  shall  come  flocking  home 
To  taste  the  sweets  of  Jesus'  love 
And  seek  the  joys  that  are  above. 

8  Hark  !  how  the  glorious  gospel  sounds, 
Inviting  sinners  all  around  ; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  107 

Behold  your  loviiig  Savior  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Attend,  poor  sinners,  to  his  word ; 
Serve  him,  yea,  own  him  as  your  Lord, 
He'll  wash  you  in  atoning  blood. 
And  seal  you  heirs  and  sons  of  God. 

4  A  few  more  days  and  you  must  go 
To  realms  of  joy  or  endless  woe  : — 

In  worlds  of  light  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
Or  sink  beneath  liis  frowns  to  hell. 

5  Come,  then,  dear  sinners,  counsel  take, 
And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake ; 

This  world  give  up,  leave  friends  behind, 
In  Christ  you  shall  redemption  find. 

6  Take  your  companion  by  the  hand, 
Take  all  your  children  in  a  band  ; 
And  give  them  up  at  Jesus'  call, 
To  pardon,  bless,  and  save  them  all. 

7  Then  when  the  day  of  Christ  shall  come, 
And  he  collects  his  children  home  ; 

On  Zion's  mount  you  all  shall  stand, 
And  join  the  bright  angelic  band. 

8  O  what  a  glorious  company  ! 

L     May  I  be  there  the  sight  to  see, 
'    And  join  in  praise  to  Jesus'  name, 
All  glorious  in  Jerusalem. 


198  SACRED   MELODIES. 


213 


HERE  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam, 

Here  is  no  rest,  is  no  rest ; 
Here  as  a  pilgrim  I  wander  alone, 

Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest ; 
For  I  look  forward  to  that  glorious  day. 
When  sin  and  sorrow  will  vanish  away  ; 
My  heart  doth  leap  while  I  hear  Jesus  say, 

There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 


Here  fierce  temptations  beset  me  around ; 

Here  is  no  rest,  is  no  rest ; 
Here  I  am  griev'd  while  my  foes  me  surround; 

Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest. 
Let  them  revile  me,  and  scoflf  at  my  name, 
Laugh  at  my  weeping, — endeavor  to  shame  ; 
I  will  go  forward,  for  this  is  my  theme  ; 

There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 


Here  are  afflictions  and  trials  severe  ; 

Here  is  no  rest,  is  no  rest  ; 
Here  I  must  part  with  the  friends  I  hold  dear ; 

Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest. 
Sweet  is  the  promise  I  read  in  his  word  ; 
Blessed  are  they  who  have  died  in  the  Lord  ; 
They  have  been  called  to  receive  their  reward  j 

There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 


This  world  of  cares  is  a  wilderness  state. 

Here  is  no  rest,  is  no  rest ; 
Here  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its  hate, 

Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest. 
Soon  I  shall  be  from  the  wicked  released  j 
Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest ; 
Soon  shall  I  lean  upon  Jesus'  soft  breast ; 

There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 


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jL  SACRED    MELOOIBS.  199 

^  1  X        Hid.  Clement  Phinnei/s  Experience. 

i  I'LL  sing  a  song  wliicli  doth  belong 
To  all  the  people  round  me, 
I'll  spread  the  fame  of  Jesus'  name, 
And  tell  how  Jesus  found  me. 

2  'T  was  in  distress  and  wickedness, 

These  words  he  spake  unto  me, 

0  sinner,  come,  in  me  there's  room, 
O"  how  these  words  ran  tlirough  me. 

3  I  was  like  Paul,  who  was  call'd  Saul, 

In  bitter  persecution ; 

1  did  disdain  being  born  again, 
And  called  it  all  delusion, 

4  I  fought  the  saints  without  restrain.!. 

Too  proud  to  cry  for  mercy ; 
ConTiction  strong  did  come  along, 
O  !  how  these  things  did  pierce  me. 

5  I  did  not  know  which  way  to  go. 

My  sins  appeared  hke  mountains ; 
All  filled  -ttitk  woe  my  tears  did  flow< 
My  head  was  like  a  fountain. 

6  My  soul  has  been  so  long  in  sin. 

How  can  I  be  forgiven  ? 
Then  Jesus  came,  O  !  bless  his  name. 
And  fill'd  my  soul  with  heaven. 

7  I  raised  my  voice  and  did  rejoice, 

iSang  glory,  glory,  glory  ^ 


^0  SACRED   MELODIES. 

Then  I  did  find  Jesus  was  mine^ 
O  t  what  a  pleasing  story. 

8  Come  sinners  now,  to  Jesus  bow. 

While  grace  is  offered  to  you ; 
Come  as  you  are,  to  Christ  repair. 
Or  sin  will  sure  undo  you. 

9  With  lovely  charms  and  open  arms. 

Now  Jesus  will  receive  you ; 
Come,  sinners,  come,  in  him  there's  room» 
And  Jesus  will  relieve  jou. 


215 


"  Hail  to  tM  Brightness.^* 


S' 


1  HAIL  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning  J 

Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain  ; 
Hush'd  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  raourning, 
21ion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning. 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold  ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning. 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  ble^  vision  behold. 

3  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing, 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along  ; 
Loud  from  the  moantain-tops  echoes  are  ringing,' 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle  in  song. 

4  See,  the  dead  risen  from  land  and  from  ocean. 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high  ; 
Fall'n  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion,, 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  tlie  sk^. 


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SACRED   MELODIES.  201 


■Jib  ««  Lead  me  to  ihe  Rock.*^ 

1  0  SAVIOR  of  sinners,  when  faint  and  depress'd. 


2  When  tempted  Viy  Satan  the  Spirit  to  grieve — 
The  service  of  Christ,  my  Redeemer  to  leave, 
I'll  claim  my  relation  to  Jesus  on  higrh, 

The  Rock  of  salvation  that's  higher  than  I. 

3  When  judgments,  0  Lord,  are  abroad  in  the  land. 
And  merited  vengeance  descends  from  thy  hand  ! 
O'erwhelmed  with  the  sight,  for  protection  I'll  fly, 
And  hide  in  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I ! 

4  When  summoned  away  before  God  to  appear. 
By  free-grace  supported,  I'll  yield  without  fear  ! 
Most  gladly  I'll  venture  with  Jesus  on  high, 
To  enter  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

5  'T  is  there,  with  the  chosen  of  Jesus,  I  long 
To  dwell,  and  eternally  join  in  the  song 

Of  praising  and  blessing  with  angels  on  high, 
Christ  Jesus,  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I  ? 

6  The  faithful,  sure  promise  the  fathers  believed, 
Shall  then  be  fulfilled  and  the  glory  received  ; 

The  hand  that  was  pierced  for  me  wiped  my  tears 

dry. 
For  to  reign  with  the  One  that  is  higher  than  I. 

JJ  •  "  Lord's  Prayer." 

1  ova  Father  vrho  in  heaven  art, 
Hallowed  be  thy  name ; 
Thy  kingdom  conie,  Thy  will  be  done, 
In  heaven  and  earth  the  same. 


202  SACRED    MELODIES. 

CHORUS. 

Come  my  Savior,  O  my  Savior, 

Come  and  bless  thy  people  now, 

"While  at  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow, 

O  come  and  save  us  now. 

Then  will  we  sing  our  sufferings  o'er, 

And  praise  thee  evermore  ; 

Then  will  we  sing  our  sufferings  o'er, 

And  praise  thee  evermore. 

2  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread  ; 

Our  trespasses  forgive  ; 
As  we  forgive  our  fellow  men. 
May  we  thy  grace  receive. 

Come,  my  Savior,  &c. 

3  And  in  temptation  leave  us  not ; 

From  evil  us  defend  ; 
For  thine,  O  Lord,  the  kingdom  is. 
Forever,  -ssithout  end. 

Come,  my  Savior,  &c. 

4  Thine  is  the  power,  O  Lord,  to  bring 

The  kingdom  down  to  men  ; 
Thine  is  the  glory  evermore, 
And  kingdom  without  end. 

Come,  my  SaA^or,  &c. 

5  In  that  glad  day  shall  all  thy  saints 

A  joyful  tribute  bring. 
Of  praise  and  pow'r,  of  joy  and  song, 
To  their  exalted  King. 

Come,  my  Savior,  &c. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  203 

218  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  SAVIOR,  visit  thy  plantation ; 

Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  , 
All  "svill  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again  : 
Lord,  revive  us ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourished  ; 

Every  part  looked  gay  and  green  ; 
All  its  plants  by  thee  -were  nourished, 

Then  how  cheering  was  the  scene  ! 
Lord,  revive  us ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

3  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  Avant  of  thine  assistance, 

Every  plant  should  droop  and  die  : 
Lord,  revive  us  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

4  Gracious  SaA-ior,  hasten  hither  ; 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  ; 
O  permit  them  not  to  wither  ; 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain  : 
Lord,  reAT.ve  us  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

5  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent  ; 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteem  thy  servant, 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares  ; 


204  SAORED    MELaDDES. 

Lord,  revive  us ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

6  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Tiuu  the  stony  heart  to  flesh, 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh : 
Lord,  revive  us  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

219  7s. 

1  ]\IIGHTY  God,  on  thee  we  call, 
O  look  doA\ni  on  Zion's  wall ; 
Build  her  ruins  that  are  wide. 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side. 

2  See  thy  people,  gracious  God, 
Scatter' d  and  dispers'd  abroad  ; 
How  their  foes  do  them  deride. 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side. 

3  Once  they  sang  thy  praises  bold. 
And  A\ith  joy  thy  wonders  told  ; 
Now  they  mourn, — in  sorrow  hide, 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side. 

4  Love  is  cold  and  sins  abound, 
Truth  is  scarcely  to  be  found  ; 
Error  doth  in  triumph  ride, 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side, 

5  Build  thy  people  up  again, 
May  they  evermore  remain, 


SACRED   MELODIES,  205 

And  "vvithin  thy  grace  abide ; 
Lord,  appear  on  Zion's  side. 


220 


lOs. 


1  JOYFULLY,  joyfully  onward  I  move, 
Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above. 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 
Soon,  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below. 
Home  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  I  go , 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 

2  Friends  fondly  cherish'd  have  pass'd  on  before, 
Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  the  shore  : 
Singing  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chilling  gloom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

•   Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear. 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear  ! 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

8  Death  with  thy  weapons  of  war,  lay  me  low  ; 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  the  blow  ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb  5 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banish'd,  his  sceptre  be  gonej 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom  j 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 

221  8s.  &  4s. 

1  JESUS  died  on  Calvary's  mountain, 
Long  time  ago, 
And  salvation's  rolling  fountain 
Now  freely  flows* 


206  SACRED    MELODIES. 

2  Once  his  voice  in  tones  of  pity, 

Melted  in  woe, 
And  he  wept  o'er  Judah's  city, 
Long  time  ago. 

3  On  his  head  the  dews  of  midnight 

Fell  long  ago  ; 
Now  a  crown  of  dazzling  sunlight 
Sits  on  liis  brow. 

4  Jesus  died — yet  lives  forever, 

No  more  to  die — 
Bleeding  Jesus,  blessed  Savior, 
Now  reigns  on  high. 

5  Now  in  heav'n  he's  interceding 

For  dying  men  ; 
Soon  he'll  finish  all  his  pleading 
And  come  again. 

6  Budding  fig-trees  tell  that  summer 

Dawns  o'er  the  land  ; 
Signs  portend  that  Jesus'  coming 
Is  near  at  hand. 

7  Children,  let  your  lights  be  burning, 

In  hopes  of  heav'n, 
Waitmg  for  our  Lord's  returning 
At  dawn  or  ev'n. 

8  When  he  comes,  a  voice  from  heav'n 

Shall  pierce  the  tomb, 
"  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father ; 
Children,  come  home." 


222 


SACRED    MELODIES.  207 


8s. 


1  FAREWELL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  ; 

The  gospel  sounds  a  jubilee  ; 
My  stamm'ring  tongue  shall  sound  aloud, 

From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea  j 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 

2  Farewell,  in  bond's  of  union  dear, 

Like  strings  you  twine  about  my  heart ; 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  pray'r, 

Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part  ; 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  heaven  above, 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below, 

Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  me ; 
My  Jesus  calls,  and  I  must  go, 

To  sound  the  gospel  jubilee  j 
To  sound  the  joys  and  bear  the  new8 
To  Gentiles  and  the  royal  Jews. 

4  Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all  ; 

While  God  shall  give  me  breath  to  breathe, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Eternal  ALL, 

That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  livej 
That  your  dear  souls  prepar'd  may  be 
To  dwell  in  bliss  eternally. 

6  Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun  ; 

And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below. 
The  path  is  straight  my  feet  shall  run, 

And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  go  ; 
And  he  will  keep  me  in  his  hand, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

6  Farewell,  farewell  !  I  look  above; 
Jesus,  my  friend,  to  thee  I  call ; 
My  joy,  my  crown,  my  only  love. 
My  gafeguard  here,  my  heavenly  ALL  j 


208  sAcrftzu)  hslobiss. 

My  theme  to  preach,  my  song  to  sing, 
My  only  hope  till  death — Amen. 

223  7s. 

1  DANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Stephen's  faith  and  patience  show : 
John's  divine  communion  feel  ; 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal ; 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  prize  and  conquer  all» 

2  Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender-heartedness ; 
Peter's  ardent  spirit  feel, 
James'  faith  by  works  reveal : 
Like  young  Timothy,  may  I 
Every  sinful  passion  fly. 

3  Job's  submission  let  me  show, 
David's  true  devotion  know  ; 
Samuel's  call,  O  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share ; 
Let  Isaiah's  hallowed  fire 
All  my  new-born  soul  inspire. 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  pray'r> 
Gideon's  valiant,  steadfast  care  ; 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 

Isaac's  meditative  heart, — 
Abraham's  friendship  ; — let  me  prove 
Faithful  to  the  God  of  love. 

6  Most  of  all  may  I  pursue 
That  example  JESUS  drew ; 


SACRED   MELODIES.  209 

In  my  life  and  conduct  show 
How  he  lived  and  ^^'alked  below  ; 
D^y  by  day,  through  grace  bestow'd, 
Imitate  my  deai-est  Lord. 

6  Then  shall  I  those  worthies  aneet, 
"With  them  bow  at  Jesus'  feet, 
"With  them  praise  the  God  of  love, 
"With  them  share  the  joys  above  : 
With  them  range  the  blissful  shore, 
^leet  them  all  to  part  no  more. 

224  8s.,  7s.  &  48. 

1  DAY  of  Judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ; 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound  ! 

2  See  tlie  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ; 
Yovi  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine ;" 

Gracious  Savior, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 
Kise  to  hfe  from  earth  and  sea  ; 

All  the  powers  of  nature  shaken 
By  his  voice,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 
U 


210  SACItBS   MBXX>S1£9. 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "  Come  near,  ye  blessed ; 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  ; 

You  forever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

225  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

1  Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  lowly  vale  of  tears ; 
And,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Thy  rich  grace  in.  all  our  fears  ; 

O  refresh  us — 
O  refresh  us  with  thy  grace. 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us, 

From  mthout  and  from  within, 
Jesus  says  he'll  ne'er  forget  us, 
But  "vsill  save  from  every  sin  : 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. ' 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee — 

And  thou  tread' st  the  thorny  road. 

Pis  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee — 

Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God  : 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

4  O  that  I  could  now  adore  him 

Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 
"Who  forever  bow  before  him. 
And,  unceasing,  sing  his  lov« ! 


BACHED    MELODIES,  211 

Happy  songsters  ! 
When  shall  I  youi  chorus  join  ? 

226  12s.  &  lis. 

1  HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection 

Of  youthful  emotions  and  innocent  joy, 
"When  blest  with  paternal  advice  and  affection, 

Surrounded  with  mercies,    with  peace    from  on 
high  ! 
I  still  view  the  chair  of  my  father  and  mother, 

The  seats  of  their  offspring  as  ranged  on  each  hand, 
And  that  richest  book  which  excels  every  other 

The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand,     ' 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 

The  family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 

At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  delight : 
The  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invocation 

For  mercy  by  day  and  for  safety  through  night. 
Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  with  harmony  swelling 

All  warm  from  the  heart  of  a  family  band, 
Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous  dwelling 

Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  &c. 

3  Ye  scenes  of  tranquillity,  long  have  we  parted. 

My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no  more  : 
In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken-hearted, 

And  wander  unknown  on  a  far  distant  shore. 
Yet  how  can  I  doubt  my  Redeemer's  protection 

Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand  ?     * 
0  let  me,  with  patience,  receive  his  correction, 

And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand  • 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  &c.  ' 

227  c.  p.  M. 

1  AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  juilt  and  thrall  I  found, 


212  SACfiED   MELODIES. 

Exposed  to  endless  woe ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
««  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 
Or  else  to  ruin  go. 

2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  vraj  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  heU  drew  near ; 
I  strove,  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain ; 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 
Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

3  ">^Tien  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head  ; 

I  no  relief  could  find. 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain  ; 
««  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 
O'er  whelmed  my  tortiu'ed  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll. 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load : 
Alas  !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
*«  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 
Or  feel  the  -vNTath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare ; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
<*  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 
I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  gracious  Savior  passed  this  way, 


SACHED    MELODIES.  213 

And  felt  his  pity  move  : 
The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

228  8s.   &  6s. 

1  JUST  as  I  am,  ■v\'ithout  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thoii  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not. 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot. 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
"With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  Avithin,  and  fears  -w-ithout, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind. 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am,  thou  vdlt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  imknoTVTi 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now,  to  be  tliine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 


214  BACHED    MELODIES. 

229  73. 

1  "WHEN  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

"V\Tien  the  death  shades  o'er  thee  spread, 
"When  is  finished  thy  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

2  "When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment  day, 
"When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound. 
Say,  O  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

3  'V\Tien  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might, 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear. 
Where,  O  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  What  shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart, 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part  ? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned, 
Sinner  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

5  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Savior  fly ; 

Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer ; 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 

230  s.  M. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay. 
Which  breaks  upon  the  ear. 
When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 
Believers  join  in  prayer  ! 


I 


GACSED   MELODIES.  Slfi 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 
Up  to  Jehovah's  throne  ; 

He  listens  to  their  humble  sighs, 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray 

Before  the  morning  light, — 
Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high. 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down 
To  rescue  souls  condemned  to  die, 
And  make  his  people  one. 

231  L.  M. 

1  FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
Prom  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 

'T  is  found  before  the  mercy-seat, 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
"Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more ; 

And  heaven  comes  do"v\Ti  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 


216  SACRED    MELODIES'. 

232  s.  M. 

1  HOW  cliarming  is  the  place 

Where  my  RedeemeT  God 

Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

2  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  : 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sig^hs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  ^vants. 

3  To  them  his  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts  ; 
And  in  return  accepts,  ^^ith  smiles^ 
The  tribute  of  then-  hearts. 

4  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 

Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
.The  servants  of  ray  God. 


233 


7s. 


1  POE,  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  no"vr  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer  ; 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep. 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  c3jce 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  217 

3  In  thy  strength  may  -we  be  strong  ; 
Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain  ; 
And  our  wasting  lives  prolong, 
Till  we  meet  on  earth  asain. 


'o*- 


234  L.  M. 

1  SOFT  be  the  gently  breathing  notes, 

That  sing  the  Sa"vdor's  dying  love  ; 
Soft  as  the  evening  zeph^T  floats ; 
Soft  as  the  tuneful  lyres  above. 

2  Soft  as  the  morning  dews  descend, 

While  the  sweet  lark  exulting  soars  ; 
So  soft,  to  your  Almighty  Friend, 
Be  every  sigh  your  bosom  pours. 

3  True  as  the  magnet  to  the  pole. 

So  true  let  your  contrition  be — 
So  true  let  all  yoiir  sorrows  roll 
To  him  who  bled  upon  the  tree. 

235  L.  M. 

1  "  O  LEAUX  of  me,"  the  Savior  cried, 
**  O  learn  of  me,  ye  sons  of  pride  ; 
For  I  am  lowly,  humble,  meek, 

No  haughty  looks  high  thoughts  bespeak  !" 

2  Yes,  blest  Immanuel,  thou  wast  mild, 
Patient  and  gentle  as  a  child  ; 

And  they,  who  would  thy  kingdom  see. 
Must  meek  and  lowly  be,  like  thee. 


218  SACBED   MELODIES. 

236  c.  M. 

1  I  SAW  a  wide  and  Tvell-spread  board, 

And  children  young  and  fair, 
Come  one  by  one,  the  eldest  first, 

And  took  their  stations  there, 
All  neatly  clad  and  beautiful, 

And  with  familiar  tread, 
They  gathered  round  with  joy  to  feast 

On  meats  and  snow-white  bread. 

2  Beside  the  board  the  father  gat, 

A  smile  his  features  wore ; 
As  on  the  little  group  he  gazed, 

And  told  their  portions  o'er : 
A  meagre  form  arrayed  in  rags 

Anear  the  threshold  stood, 
A  half-starved  child  had  wandered  there, 

To  beg  a  little  food. 

3  Said  one,  ♦*  Why  standest  here,  my  dear? 

See,  there's  a  vacant  seat 
Amid  the  children — and  enough 

For  them  and  thee  to  eat." 
*'  Alas,  for  me  !"  the  child  replied. 

In  tones  of  deep  despair  : 
"  No  right  have  I  amid  your  group, 

I  have  no  father  there. 

4  O  hour  of  fate  !  when  from  the  skies. 

With  notes  of  deepest  dread, 
The  far  resounding  trump  of  God 
Shall  summon  forth  the  dead, 


RACHED   MELODIES.  219 

"What  countless  hosts  shall  stand  without 

The  heavenly  threshold  fair, 
And,  gazing  on  the  blest,  exclaim, 

I  have  no  father  there  ! 

237  L.  M. 

1  KINDEED  in  Christ  for  his  dear  sake, 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  May  He,"  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

T\Tien  Christians  see  each  other  thus  ; 
"We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him 

"S\Tio  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

4  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away. 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore, 
And  long  to  see  the  glorious  day 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

238  s.  M. 

1  THE  hours  of  evening  close  ; 
Its  lengthened  shadows  dra"WTi 
O'er  scenes  of  earth,  invite  repose, 
And  wait  the  Sabbath  dawn. 


220  »AC«BD    MEI)0»ra8. 

2  So  let  its  calm  prevail 

O'er  forms  of  outward  care, 
Kor  thought  of  earthly  things  assail 
The  still  retreat  of  prayer. 

3  Our  guardian  Shepherd  near, 

His  watchful  eye  wdll  keep, 

And  safe  from  violence  or  fear, 

"Will  fold  his  flock  to  sleep. 

4  So  may  a  holier  light 

Than  earth's  our  spirit  rouse, 
And  call  us,  strengthened  by  his  might, 
To  pay  the  Lord  our  vows. 

239  L.  M. 

1  BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 

He  gently  knocks — has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still  : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O,  lovely  Savior,  see,  he  stands 
AVith  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ! 
O,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  ^^'ill ;  the  very  friend  you  need  : 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  't  is  He, 
"With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn — 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  : 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


SACaiED    MELODIES.  221 

240  c.  M. 

1  AMAZING  grace, — how  sweet  tlie  sound 

That  saved  a  Avretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found  ; 
AVas  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'T  was  gi-ace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

S  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  ah-eady  come  ; 
But  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  "v^ithin  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

241  c.  M. 

1  WIIEX  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 

And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream. 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change. 

And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  gi'ace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbors  cried, 

And  owned  thy  power  divine ; 


222  BAOEED   MEL0DIE6. 

"  Great  is  the  work,"  ray  heart  replied, 
♦'  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night, 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

242  I.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  my  soul,  forget  no  more 
The  Friend  who  all  thy  sorrows  bore ; 
Let  every  idol  be  forgot ; 

But  O  my  soul  forget  him  not. 

2  Renounce  thy  works  and  ways  with  grief, 
And  fly  to  this  divine  relief ; 

Nor  Him  forget,  who  left  his  throne. 
And  for  thy  life  gave  up  his  own. 

3  Eternal  truth  and  mercy  shine 
In  him,  and  he  himself  is  thine  : 
And  canst  thou,  then,  with  sin  beset, 
Such  charms,  such  matchless  charms,  for- 
get r 

4  O,  no  ;  till  life  itself  depart, 

His  name  shall  cheer  and  warm  my  heart ; 
And,  lisping  this,  from  earth  I'll  rise, 
And  join  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 


243 


BACflBD   Iff£LODI£fl.  223 


L.  M. 


1  LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven — 
The  day  of  grace  ;  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  pvirsue, 
Since  no  device,  nor  work,  is  found. 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 


244 


Tlie  Dying  Girl. 


'*  GO  bring  them,"  said  the  dying  fair, 

With  anguish  in  her  tone  : 
««  Those  spotless  robes,  and  jewels  rare, 

Go  bring  them  every  one." 
They  strewed  them  on  her  djing  bed, 

Those  robes  of  princely  cut ; 
•«  Father,"  with  bitterness  she  said, 

♦'For  these  my  soul  is  lost." 

♦«  With  glorious  hopes  I  once  was  bless'  d, 
Nor  feared  the  gaping  tomb  : 

With  heaven  already  in  my  breast, 
I  looked  for  heaven  to  come. 


224  SACRED    MELOMES. 

I  heard  a  Savior's  pardoning  voice. 
My  soul  was  fill'd  with  peace  ; 

Father,  you  bought  me  with  mere  toys, 
I  bartered  heaven  for  these." 

3  •*  Take  them,  they  are  the  price  of  blood, 

For  these  I've  lost  my  soul, 
For  these  must  bear  the  "vsTath  of  God, 

While  endless  ages  roll. 
Kemember  when  you  look  on  these. 

Your  daughter's  feai'ful  doom, 
That  she,  her  pride  and  thine  to  please, 

Went  wailing  to  the  tomb." 

4  ♦*  Come,  take  them  from  my  sight  and  touch, 

Yoiir  gifts  I  now  restore  : 
Keep  them  vriih  care,  they  cost  you  much, 

They  cost  your  daughter  more. 
Look  on  them  every  rolling  year, 

On  this  my  dying  day. 
And  shed  for  me  the  burning  tear," 

She  said — and  bank  away. 

245  c.  M. 

1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  away, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  iri  the  sea. 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  sldll. 
He  ti'easures  up  his  bright  designs. 
And  woj-ks  his  lov'reign  -will. 


SACRED   MELODIES,  225 

3  Ye  faithful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face  ! 

6  His  purposes  ^\'iU  ripen  fast, 
Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  BKnd  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter  ; 
And  he  will  make  it  plain, 

246  c,  -^L 

1  WHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks 

by  night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  Fear  not,  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind,) 
Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring, 
To  you  and  all  mankijid. 

3  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  bom,  of  David's  line, 
15 


226  gACRED    MELODIES. 

The  Savior,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord ; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 

4  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  hnnian  view  display' d, 
All  meanly  TVTapped  in  swathing-bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid. 

5  Thus  spoke  the  seraph  :  and  forthwith 

Appear' d  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God  on  high, 
"Who  thus  address' d  their  song : 

6  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  : 
Good-will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men 
Begin  and  never  cease, 

i247  AlB— "  Funeral  Bell." 

1  FAR,  far  o'er  hill  and  dell, 

On  the  winds  stealing. 
List  to  the  tolling  bell, 

Mournfully  pealing : 
Hark  !  hark  !  it  seems  to  say, 

As  melt  those  sounds  away, 
So  earthly  joys  decay, 

Whilst  new  their  feeling. 

2  Now  through  the  charmed  air, 

On  the  Asinds  stealing 
List  to  the  moui-ner's  prayer, 

Solemnly  bending ; 
Hark  !  hark  !  it  seems  to  saj'. 

Turn  from  those  joys  away 


sached  melodies.  227 

To  those  which  ne'er  decay, 
For  life  is  ending. 

O'er  a  father's  dismal  tomb, 

See  the  orphan  bending, 
From  the  solemn  church-yard's  gloom 

Hear  the  dirge  ascending  : 
Hark  !  hark  !  it  seems  to  say. 

How  short  ambition's  sway. 
Life's  joys  and  friendship's  ray 

In  the  dark  grave  ending. 

So  when  our  mortal  ties, 

Death  shall  dissever, 
Lord,  may  we  reach  the  skies, 

Where  care  conies  never ; 
And  in  eternal  day, 

Joining  the  angel's  lay, 
To  our  Creator  pay 

Homage  forever. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

248  7s.&8s. 

1  "WHEN  our  fathers,  long  ago, 

Fled  from  persecution's  flame, 
O'er  the  dark,  tempestuous  sea. 

Little  children  with  them  came. 
Little  children  knelt  and  pray'd, 

With  their  sires  on  freedom's  shore, 
Kais'd  the  grateful  notes  of  joy. 

Louder  than  the  ocean's  roar. 

2  Bursting  on  night's  darkest  hour, 

Cliildren  heard  the  savage  yell. 
And  the  loud  and  fearful  cry, 

Of  their  parents,  as  they  fell. 
Children  sang  in  later  times, 

Liberty's  inspiring  lay, 
Globing  hearts  in  concert  hailed 

Each  returning  festal  day. 

3  But  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

We  this  day  have  met  to  sing, 
Praise  to  him  in  Bethlehem  born, 

Him,  our  SaA^ior  and  our  King. 
He  has  conquered — lo,  he  comes, 

Leading  captive  death  and  sin  ; 
Open,  open  wide  your  gates, 

Let  the  King  of  glory  in. 

4  Jesus,  Jesus,  yes  !  't  is  he. 

Evermore  the  children's  friend, 


SACEED    MELODIES.  229 

We  have  one  request  for  thee, 
Teachers,  faithlul  teachers  send. 

Send  them  through  this  guilty  "svorld, 
To  make  glad  the  abodes  of  sin, 

Open,  open  wide  your  gates, 
Let  the  King  of  glory  in. 

249  7s. 

1  HOLY  Father,  please  to  hear 

Children's  praise  and  humble  prayer, 
Thou  didst  give  us  parents  kind, 
Teach  us  ever  them  to  mind. 

2  Food  and  raiment,  home  and  friends, 
All  Ave  have,  thy  goodness  sends. 

And  for  these  our  hearts  shall  raise 
Grateful  thanks,  and  humble  praise. 

Guide  our  lives  in  grace  and  truth. 
Through  the  tempting  scenes  of  youth, 

And  when  here  our  trials  cease, 
O  receive  our  souls  in  peace. 

250  s.  M. 

1  OmS  is  the  Sabbath  school, 
Its  lessons  may  we  prize. 

And  grow  by  every  gospel  rule, 
TJnto  salvation  wise. 

2  So  all  our  lives  below, 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways. 

The  fruits  of  Sabbath  schools  shall  shoAV 
The  bliss  of  Sabbath  days. 


230  gAO«ED   MELODIES. 

3  Then  heaven  itself  shall  be 
Our  Sabbath  school  above, 
And  undisturbed  eternity, 
One  Sabbath  school  of  love. 

251  H.  M. 

1  HOW  kind  the  Savior's  love, 

How  tenderly  he  smiled, 
"^Tiile  in  his  arms  he  took 

And  blest  each  httle  child. 
Forbid  them  not,  for  such  I  came, 
I  love  to  hear  them  lisp  my  name. 

2  How  oft  our  teachers  pray, 

Then*  efforts  do  not  cease, 
That  we  may  find  the  way, 

To  happiness  and  peace. 
Urge  the  message  he  has  sent, 
Entreating  children  to  repent. 


ANTI-SLAVERY  HYMNS. 


252  8s.  &  7s. 

AiB — '■'■Mount  Vernon.^* 

1  HEAHKEX,  Christian,  hear  the  groaning 

Of  the  poor  oppressed  slave  ; 
Hear  him  now  his  state  bemoaning ; 
Xone  to  pity,  none  to  save. 

2  Listen,  friends  of  everr  nation. 

To  the  wailing  bondman's  plea, 
Hear  his  doleful  lamentation, 
Hear  him  sigh  for  liberty.  > 

3  See  him  writhe  in  dreadful  anguish, 

On  his  back  the  stripes  are  laid  ; 
Can  you  see  him  pine  and  languish. 
And  refuse  to  lend  him  aid  ? 

4  Will  you  by  your  votes  and  silence 

Ser-^-itude  perpetuate  ? 
Can  you  look  "without  abhorrence 
On  a  system  God  doth  hate  r 

5  Can  you  bow  with  cold  indifference. 

And  the  throne  of  God  address  ? 
"Will  you  there  ask  no  assistance, 
For  the  bondman  in  distress  ? 

6  Think,  ye  sons  of  ease  and  freedom, 

Of  the  suif 'rings  he  endures  ; 
You  would  sigh  for  liberation, 
Wexe  the  slave's  condition  yours. 


232  SACRED   MET.ODIM. 

7  Waken  from  your  sinful  slumber, 

Shake  off  now  yo>ir  lethargy, 

Burst  oppression's  chains  asunder, 

Set  the  wailing  captive  free. 

8  To  the  contest — onward,  freemen, 

Sound  aloud  the  jubilee  ; 
To  the  rescue,  sons  of  freedom, 
Give  the  slave  his  liberty. 

253  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

Air—"  Zion." 

1  HAHK  !  a  voice  from  heaven  proclaiming 

Comfort  to  the  mourning  slave  ; 
God  has  heard  him  long  complaining. 

And  extends  his  arm  to  save  ; 
Proud  oppression 
Soon  shall  find  a  shameful  grave,  &o. 

2  See  the  light  of  truth  is  breaking, 

Full  and  clear  on  every  hand  : 
And  the  voice  of  mercy  speaking, 
Now  is  heard  through  all  the  land. 

Firm  and  fearless, 
See  the  friends  of  freedom  stand,  &c. 

3  Lo  !  the  nation  is  arousing 

From  its  slumber  long  and  deep  ; 
And  the  friends  of  God  are  waking, 
Never,  never  more  to  sleep, 

'\\Tiile  a  bondman 
In  his  chains  remains  to  weep,  &c. 

4  Long,  too  long  have  we  been  dreaming 

O'er  our  country's  sin  and  shame. 


SACBED   MEfODIES.  238 

Let  us  now,  the  time  redeeming, 
Press  the  helpless  captive's  claim, 

Till,  exulting, 
He  shall  cast  aside  his  chain,  &c. 

254  c.  M. 

AlE — "  Ortonrille." 

1  "WHAT  mean  ye,  that  ye  bruise  and  bind 

My  people,  saith  the  Lord, 
And  starve  vour  craving  brethi-en's  mind 
Who  ask  to  read  my  word  r 

2  "VMiat  mean  ye,  that  ye  make  them  toil, 

Through  long  and  weary  years  ; 
And  shed  like  rain  upon  your  soil 
Their  blood  and  bitter  tears  r 

3  "What  mean  ye,  when  God's  bounteous  hand 

To  you  so  much  has  given. 
That  from  the  slave  who  tills  your  land. 
You  keep  both  earth  and  heaven  r 

4  "What  mean  ye,  that  ye  dare  to  rend 

The  tender  mother's  heart ; 
Brother  from  sister,  friend  from  friend. 
How  dare  you  make  them  part  ? 

5  "When  at  the  judgment  God  shall  call, 

"V\Tiere  is  thy  brother  ?  say, 
A\Tiat  mean  ye,  to  the  judge  of  all. 
To  answer  on  that  day  ? 

255  L.  M. 

AiE— "  Old  Hundred." 
1  Wll  ask  not  that  the  slave  should  lie, 
As  lies  his  master  at  his  ease, 


234  SACRED  "Velodies. 

Beneath  the  silken  canopy, 

Or  in  the  shade  of  blooming  trees. 

2  "We  monrn  not  that  the  man  should  toil ; 

'Tis  nature's  need,  'tis  God's  decree  ; 
But  let  the  hand  that  tills  the  soil, 
Be,  like  the  wind  that  fans  it,  free. 

3  We  ask  not,  *  eye  for  eye,"  that  all, 

"Who  forge  the  chain   and  ply  the  whip 

Should  feel  their  torture  ;  while  the  thrall 

Should  wield  the  scourge  of  mastership. 

4  "We  only  ask,  O  God,  that  they 

"Who  bind  a  brother,  may  relent ; 
But,  Great  Avenger,  we  do  pray 
That  the  wrong-doer  may  repent. 

256  L.  M. 

AiE— "  TFelU:* 

1  THE  hour  of  freedom  !  come  it  must — 

O,  hasten  it  in  mercy.  Heaven  ! 
"MNTien  all,  who  grovel  in  the  dust. 
Shall  stand  erect,  their  fetters  riven. 

2  "When  glorious  freedom  shall  be  won 

By  every  caste,  complexion,  clime, 
"When  tjTanny  shall  be  o'erthro\\Ti, 
And  color  cease  to  be  a  crime. 

3  Friend  of  the  poor,  long- suif 'ring  Lord  ! 

This  guilty  land  from  ruin  save ; 
Let  justice  sheathe  her  giitt'ring  sword, 
And  mercy  rescue  from  the  grave. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  235 

4  And  ye,  who  are  like  cattle  sold, 

Ignobly  trodden  like  the  earth, 
And  barter' d  constantly  for  gold, 

Your  souls  debased  from  their  high  birth, 

5  Bear  meekly  still  your  cruel  woes, 

Light  follows  darkness,  comfort,  pain  ; 
So  time  shall  give  you  sweet  repose, 
And  sever  ev'ry  hateful  chain. 

257     ^  8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 

Air— "Zeon." 

1  SEE  yon  glorious  star  ascending 

Brightly  o'er  the  Southern  sea  ; 
Truth  and  peace  to  earth  portending, 
Herald  of  a  Jubilee. 
Hail  it,  freemen, 
'T  is  the  star  of  Liberty. 

2  Dim  at  first,  but  widely  spreading. 

Soon  't  will  burst  supremely  bright ; 
Life  and  health  and  comfort  shedding 
O'er  the  shades  of  moral  night. 

Hail  it,  bondmen, 
Slavery  cannot  bear  its  light. 

3  Few  its  rays — 'tis  but  the  dawning 

Of  the  reign  of  truth  and  peace  ; 
Joy  to  slaves,  yet  sad  forewarning 
To  the  t}Tants  of  our  race. 

Tremble,  Tyrants, 
Soon  your  cruel  power  vrill  cease. 


236  SAOBBD   MELOD^S. 

4  Earth  is  brighten' d  by  the  glory 
Of  its  mild  and  peaceful  rays  ; 
Kansom'd  slaves  shall  tell  the  story, 
See  its  light,  and  sing  its  praise. 

Hail  it,   Christians, 
Harbinger  of  better  days. 

258  6s.  &4s. 

Air — "  America.'* 

1  MY  country  !  't  is  of  thee, 
Stronghold  of  slavery. 

Of  thee  I  sing  : 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
"Where  men  man's  rights  deride. 
From  every  mountain  side 

Thy  deeds  shall  ring. 

2  My  native  country  !  thee, 
"Where  all  men  are  born  free, 

If  white  their  skin  : 
I  love  thy  hills  and  dales. 
Thy  mounts  and  pleasant  vales, 
But  hate  thy  negro  sales. 

As  foulest  sin. 

3  Let  wailing  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees. 

The  black  man's  -vMrong  ; 
Let  every  tongue  awake, 
Let  bond  and  free  partake. 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break. 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  Father's  God,  to  thee, 
Author  of  Liberty, 


SACRED   MELODIES.  237 

To  thee  ■\ve  sing  ; 
Soon  may  our  land  be  bright, 
With  holy  freedom's  right, 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 


259 


Air — "  Arabia's  Daughter." 


1  THE    slave-mother  leaned    on    her    mattock    full 

weary,* 
At  the  grey  of  the  dawn,  in  that  home  of  the  dead  ; 
Where  th«  tall   city's  shade  made  each  green  grave 
look  dreary, 
Though  spangled  with  tears  which  kind  nature  had 
shed. 
But  she  recked  not  that  the  cold  dews  were  falling 
around  her, 
Though  weary  with  toil,  and  though  fainting  for 
food, 
For  the  last  tie  was  broke  which  to  feeling  had  bound 
her. 
And    froze    e'en    the   fondness    for    life   in   her 
blood. 

2  Her  children,  as  mothers  love,  once  she  had  loved 

them  : 
But  sold  were  they  all  save  the  corpse  by  her  side  : 
God  saw  all  her  fears  for  her  child,  and  removed 

them ; 
And  her  last  pulse  of  hope  with  her  last  babe  had 

died. 

*In  the  year  1844,  near  the  city  of  Louisville,  Ky., 
as  the  sexton  went  to  open  a  grave-yard,  he  found 
there  a  slave  mother  digging  a  grave  for  her  own  in- 
fant, which,  without  shroud  or  coffin,  was  lying  by  her 
on  the  earth.  Her  mistress  had  sent  her  thus  to  bury 
her  infant,  to  save  the  expense  of  gi'ave-clotUes  and 
coffin  I 


238  SACRED    MELODIES. 

0,  then,  thoufrh  she  knew  its  young  eyes  first  met  her, 
In  language  of  smiles  which  the  lip3  could  not 
speak, 
She  thought  that  its  safety  in  death  was  far  better. 
Than  the  joy  she  had  felt  when  it  breathed  on  her 
cheek. 

3  And  she  prayed,  as  she  turned  to  her  strange  task 
preparing 
The  shroudless  and  cofEnless  rest  for  her  child, 
That  soon  her  torn  breast  might  her  babe's  sleep  be 
sharing, 
Her  heart  no  more  wrung,  and  her  brain  no  more 
wild  ; 
For  she  said,  while  around  her  damp  vapors  aspi- 
rant, 
Rose  chill  from  the  moist  turf  which  covered  th« 
grave, 
That  earth  was  less  cold  than  the  heart  of  a  tyrant, 
And  death  far  less  drear  than  the  life  of  a  slave. 

260  s.  M. 

Air — "  Laban.'" 

1  HOW  long  shall  Afric's  sons 

Be  sons  of  grief  and  pain. 
How  long  shall  slavery  curse  the  earth, 
And  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

2  Lift  up  your  voice  to-day 

In  Freedom's  holy  cause, 
Till  all  the  world  in  love  obey 
Their  Maker's  righteous  laws. 

8  Then  in  your  blissful  songs, 
Shall  bond  and  free  unite, 
His  praise  to  spread,  to  whom  belongs 
All  majesty  and  might. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  239 

261  7s. 

Air—"  PleyeVs  H'jmnJ^ 

1  LORD,  deliver;  thou  canst  save; 

Save  from  evil,  Mighty  God  ; 
Hear,  0  hear,  the  kneeling  slave, 
Break,  O  break  the  oppressor's  rod. 

2  May  the  captive's  pleading  fill 

AH  the  eai-th  and  all  the  sky ; 
Every  other  voice  be  still. 

While  he  pleads  with  God  on  high. 

3  He,  whose  ear  is  everywhere, 

AMio  doth  silent  sorrow  see, 
"Will  regard  the  captive's  prayer, 
Will  from  bondage  set  him  free. 

4  Love  to  man  and  love  to  God, 

Are  the  weapons  of  our  war ; 
These  can  break  the  oppressor's  rod, 
Burst  the  bonds  that  we  abhor. 

262  7s.  &  6s. 

Air — **  Morning  light  is  breaking.^* 
1  SOON  shall  the  trimip  of  Freedom, 
Resound  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
Soon,  taught  by  heavenly  wisdom, 

Man  shall  oppress  no  more ; 
But  ev'ry  yoke  be  broken, 

Each  captive  soul  set  free, 
And  every  heart  shall  welcome 
The  day  of  Jubilee, 


240  SACRED   MELODIES. 

2  Then  t\Tants'  crowns  and  sceptres, 

And  victors'  WTcaths  and  scars, 
And  galling  chains  and  fetters, 

AVith  all  the  pomp  of  wars, 
Shall  in  the  dust  be  trodden, 

Till  time  shall  be  no  more, 
And  peace  and  joy  from  heaven 

The  Lord  on  earth  shall  pour. 

263  7s.  &  6s. 

Air — "  ScoWs  icha  hae,*^ 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  glorious  dead, 
"WTio  for  freedom  fought  and  bled, 
With  her  banner  o'er  you  spread. 

On  to  victory  ; 
Not  for  stern  ambition's  prize, 
Let  yoiir  hopes  or  wishes  rise, 
Lo  !  your  leader  from  the  skies, 

Bids  you  do  or  die. 

2  This  is  proud  oppression's  hour, 
Storms  assail  you,  will  you  cow'r, 
"While  beneath  a  despot's  power, 

Groans  the  sufF'ring  slave, 
"While  on  ev'ry  southern  gale 
Comes  the  helpless  captive's  tale, 
Comes  a  voice  of  woman's  wail. 

And  of  man's  despair  ? 

3  Never  !  by  your  country's  shame, 
Never  !  by  a  Savior's  claim 

To  the  men  of  every  name, 

Whom  he  died  to  save ; 
Onward,  then,  ye  fearless  band, 
Heart  to  heart,  and  hand  to  hand  ; 


SACRED    MELODIBS.  241 

Yours  shall  be  the  Christian  stand. 
Or  the  martyr's  grave. 

^04        TuxE— "  Oft  in  the  stilly  night." 

1  OFT  in  the  chilly  night, 

Ere  slumber's  chain  has  bound  me, 
When  all  her  silvery  light 

The  moon  is  pouring  round  me, 
Beneath  the  ray, 
I  kneel  and  pray 
That  God  would  give  some  token, 
That  slavery's  chains, 
On  Southern  plains. 
Shall  all  e'er  long  be  broken  :^ 
Yes,  in  the  chilly  night, 

Though  slavery's  chain  has  bound  me, 
Kneel  I,  and  feel  the  might 

Of  God's  right  arm  around  me. 

2  AMien,  at  the  driver's  call, 

In  cold  or  sultry  weather, 
We  slaves,  both  great  and  small, 
Turn  out  to  toil  together, 

I  feel  like  one,  from  whom  the  sun 
Of  hope  has  long  departed  ; 
And  morning's  light. 
And  weary  night 
Still  find  me  broken-hearted. 
Thus,  when  the  chilly  breath 

Of  night  is  sighing  round  me, 
Kneel  I,  and  wish  that  death 
\  In  his  cold  chain  had  bound  me, 

I'  IQ 


TEMPERANCE  HYMNS. 
265  c.  M. 

Air — "  Ortonrille.'" 

1  MY  mind  to  me  a  kingdom  is, 

And  I  "would  have  it  free  ; 
Per  though  it's  small  in  glory's  eyes, 
'T  is  all  the  world  to  me. 

2  It  roves  about,  and  sweetly  brings, 

From  earth,' and  sea,  and  sky, 
Ten  thousand  bright  and  glorious  things, 
Unseen  by  mortal  eye. 

3  O  !  let  it  once  be  quench' d  and  mute, 

And  lose  its  eagle  ken  ; 
Then  I  should  sink  below  the  brute. 
That  shuns  the  haunts  of  men. 

4  There's  scarce  a  brute  that  God  has  made, 

That  would  not  master  me  : 
Or  all  my  strength,  without  its  aid, 
"Would  its  own  murderer  be. 

5  The  drunkard's  drowsy  powers,  alas ! 

How  weak,  and  faint,  and  dim  ! 
Like  spectral  shades  they  flit  and  pass, — 
"What  are  they  worth  to  him ': 

6  They  change  the  peaceful  joys  of  home 

To  deadliest  hate  and  woe. 
And  throAv  a  sombre  robe  of  gloom 
On  loveliest  scenes  below. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  243 

7  His  lively  babes  that  climb  liis  knee, 

And  laugh  his  welcome  home, 
Insulting  brats  appear  to  be, 
That  mock  to  see  him  come  ; 

8  And  she  who  meets  him  at  the  door, 

And  smiles  her  grief  to  liide, 
E'en  she,  he  thinks,  insults  him  more 
Than  all  the  world  beside. 

9  If  I  the  drunkai-d's  bowl  reject, 

And  never  taste  a  jot, 
Shall  I  command  the  less  respect 
Than  yonder  trembling  sot  ? 

10  O  !  may  my  mind  be  not  Hke  his, 

Then  I  can  sing  with  glee, 
"  My  mind  to  me  a  kingdom  is," 
'T  is  all  the  world  to  me. 


266 


Air—"  Sweet  Homey 


1  Mid  sorrows  and  sadness  I'm  destined  to  roam. 
Forlorn,  and  forsaken,  deprived  of  my  home  ; 
Intemperance  hath  robbed  me  of  all  that  was  dear. 
Of  my  home  in  the  skies,  and  my  happiness  here. 

•'  Home  !   home  !   sweet,  sweet  home  !" 
An  exile  from  God,  I  shall  ne'er  find  a  home. 

2  I  vainly  presumed  when  I  first  took  the  cup, 

I  could  drink  if  I  chose,  or  I  could  give  it  up  : 
But  I  tampered  too  long,  too  long  tempted  Heaven, 
Till  an  outcast  from  God  and  his    presence   I'm 
driven. 
"  Home!  home!  sweet,  sweet  home!" 
On  earth  or  in  heaven,  I  shall  ne'er  find  a  home. 


2i4  SACRED   MELODIES, 

8  My  heart-broken  wife  In  her  grave  hath  found  rest. 
And  my  children  have  gone  to  the  land  of  the  blest  j 
"While  I  a  poor  wretch,  a  vile  wanderer  like  Cain, 
With  the  "  mark  "  of  the  beast  on  the  earth  shall  re- 
main. 

"  Home  !  home  !  sweet,  sweet  home  !" 
How  happy  was  I  with  my  loved  ones  at  home. 

4  Farewell  to  the  social  endearments  of  home  ; 

Justly  loathed  by  my  fellows,  I  wander  alone ; 

For  presumptuously  sinning  and  tempting  the  Lord, 

Of  the  fruit  of  my  ways  I  must  reap  the  reward. 
*'  Home  !  home  !  sweet,  sweet  home  !" 

An  exile  from  God,  I  shall  ne'er  find  a  home. 

267  c.  M. 

Air—"  .Md  Lang  Syiie." 

1  "WITH  banner  and  with  badge  we  come, 

An  armv  true  and  strong, 
To  fight  against  the  hosts  of  Rum, 
And  this  shall  be  our  song  : 

CHORUS. 

We  love  the  clear  Cold  Water  Springs, 

Supplied  by  gentle  showers  ; 
"VYe  feel  the  strength  cold  water  brings, 

*•  The  victory  is  ours." 

2  Cold  "Water- Army  is  our  name, 

O  may  we  faithful  be, 
And  so,  in  truth  and  justice,  claim 

The  blessings  of  the  free. 
We  love  the  clear  Cold  Water  Springs,  &c. 

3  Though  others  love  their  rum  and  wine, 

And  drink  till  they  are  mad, 
To  water  we  will  still  incline, 


1 


BACEED    MELODIIS. 


245 


To  make  us  strong  and  glad. 
We  love  the  clear  Cold  Water  Springs,  &c. 

I  pledge  to  these  this  hand  of  mine, 
In  faith  and  friendship  strong : 

And  felloAv- soldiers  we  -will  join 
The  chorus  of  our  song. 

We  love  the  cleai-  Cold  Water  Springs,  &c. 


268 


Aia — "  Arabifs  Daughter.''^ 


I 


H^VRJS  !  hark  ye,  0  listen  to  the  sorrow  and  weep- 

"Which  rise  from  the  horel  where  misery  reigns  ; 
To  the  howl  of  the  winds  the  wild  harmony  keeping, 

Which  chills  the  warm  life-blood  that  speeds  thro' 
our  veins ! 
Sad,  sad  is  the  story  those  accents  are  telling, 

Like  the  wail  of  the  dying  it  pierces  the  air  ; 
0  what  has  so  blasted  that  comfortless  dwelling? 

The  monster  intemperance  is  rioting  there. 

The  wife,  worse  than  widowed,  forlorn  and  heart- 
broken, 

While  hunger  and  want  make  her  little  ones  cry, 
All  trembling  and  pale,  hears  her  terrible  token 

Of  anguish,  the  steps  of  her  husband  are  nigh  ! 
Those  sounds  she  once  caught  with  unspeakable  glad- 
ness. 

While  lit  with  affection  her  eye  brightly  shone, 
Now  sinks  on  her  bosom,  o'er  burdened  with  sadness, 

Like  the  funeral  knell,  or  the  dirge's  low  moan  ! 

S  He  comes  !  see,  he  comes  !  but  no  fond  salutation 
Breaks  forth  from  his  lips  which  once  murmured  of 
love ; 
Those  eyes,  once  accustomed  to  smile  approbation. 
Look  dark  as  the  storm-cloud  which  mutters  above ! 


24:6  SAORED    MELODIES. 

"With  oaths  and  reproaches  he  vents  his  displeasure, 
And  smites  the  frail  form  he  has  vowed  to  protect  j 

Her  tears  and  entreaties  avail  in  no  measure, — 
He  treats  them  with  scorn,  or  with  cruel  neglect. 

4  His  babes  who  once  crowded  around  for  his  blessing, 
And  sat  gaily  prattling  for  joy  on  his  knee  ; 
Familiar  with  blows  in  the  place  of  caressing, 

Away  from  their  father  instinctively  flee  I 
0  !  the  withering  curse  and  the  ruin  appalling, 
Which  Alcohol  wreaks  on  a  suffering  world  ! 
Let  the  people's  rebuke,  like  hot  thunderbolts  falling, 
Shower  fierce  on  the  fiend,   till  from  earth  he  is 
hurled  ! 

269 

Air—"  The  Hose  that  all  are  Praising." 

1  THE  drink  that's  in  the  drunkard's  bowl, 

Is  not  the  drink  for  me  ; 
It  kills  his  body  and  the  soul : 

How  sad  a  sight  is  he  ! 
But  there's  a  drink  which  God  hath  given, 
Distilling  in  the  showers  of  heaven,        m 
In  measures  large  and  free ; 
O  that's  the  cbink  for  me, 
O  that's  the  drink  for  me, 
O  that's  the  drink  for  me. 

2  The  stream  that  many  prize  so  high, 

Is  not  the  stream  for  me ; 
For  he  who  diinks  it,  still  is  dry. 

And  ever  dry  he'll  be. 
But  there's  a  stream  so  cool  and  clear, 
The  thirsty  traveller  lingers  near, 


SACRED   MELODIES. 

Refreshed  and  glad  is  lie  ; 
O  that's  the  stream  for  me, 
O  that's  the  stream  for  me, 
0  that's  the  stream  for  me. 

3  The  ^^'ine  cup  that  so  many  prize, 
Is  not  the  cup  for  me, 
The'  aching  head,  the  bloated  face. 

In  its  sad  train  I  see. 
But  there's  a  cup  of  water  pure, 
And  he  who  drinks  it  may  be  sure. 
Of  health  and  length  of  days ; 
O  that's  the  cup  for  me, 
O  that's  the  cup  for  me, 
O  that's  the  cup  for  me. 

270  Am—"  ScoWs  wha  hae.'* 

1  FEIENDS  of  Freedom,  swell  the  song, 
Young  and  old  the  strain  prolong, 
Make  the  temp'rance  army  strong. 

And  on  to  victory  ; 
Lift  your  banners,  let  them  wave, 
Onward  march,  a  world  to  save, 
AMio  would  fill  a  drunkard's  grave, 

And  bear  his  infamy  ? 

2  Shrink  not  when  the  foe  appears ; 
■    Spurn  the  coward's  guilty  fears, 

Hear  the  shrieks,  behold  the  tears, 

Of  ruined  families. 
Kaise  the  cry  in  every  spot, 
"  Touch  not,  Taste  not,  Handle  not,'" 


247 


248 


SACKED   MELODIES. 


Who  -would  be  a  drunken  sot, 
The  worst  of  miseries  ! 

3  Give  the  aching  bosom  rest, 
Carry  joy  to  every  breast, 

Make  the  wretched  drunkard  blest, 

By  living  soberly. 
Raise  the  glorious  watchword  high, 

"  TorCH  XOT,  TASTE  XOT,  TILL  YOU  DtE," 

Let  the  echo  reach  the  sky, 
And  earth  keep  jubilee. 

4  God  in  mercy  hear  us  plead, 

1         For  thy  help  we  intercede. 
See  how  many  bosoms  bleed, 

And  heal  them  speedily. 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  happy  day, 
\yhen,  beneath  thy  gentle  swav, 
Tempera>-ce  all  the  world  shall  sway. 

And  reign  triumphantly. 


INDEX  OF  rmST  LINES. 

HYMN. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have,  -  -  130 
Aiflictions  though  they  seem  severe,  -  166 
A  fountain  in  Jesus  which  runs,  &c.,  -  45 
Ah,  whither  should  I  go,  -  -  -  73 
Alas  !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed,  -  -  53 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  -  118 
Almighty  Sa-\dor,  here  we  stand,  -  -  74 
Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound,  -  2-10 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,  -  -  -  1 
And  let  "this  feeble  body  fail,  -  -  94 
A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief,  -  -  156 
Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair,  -  -  115 
Arise,  my  soul,  arise,  -  -  -  -  54 
As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass,  -         -       itS 

As  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung,  -  -  27 
At  life's  early  morn,  -  -  .  -  183 
Awake  my  soul  to  joyful  lays,  -  -  125 
Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound,  -  227 
Away  my  doubts,  begone  my  fears,         -  143 

BACKSLIDERS  Avho  your  misery,  &c.,  198 
Eefore  thy  throne,  O  Lord,  we  bow,  -  39 
Begone  unbelief,  my  SaA^or  is  neax,  -  43 
Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door,  -  -  239 
Behold  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay,  -  78 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  -  -  100 
Brethren,  we  have  met  for  worship,  -  12 
Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here,  -  23 
Burst  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring,  -  82 
By  whom  was  David  taught,     -         -         33 

CALL'D  to  a  sense  of  duty,        -        -  117 


250  IXDEX    OF    FIRST    LIXE8. 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King,    -         -  149 

Children  of  Zion,  what  harp  notes,  &c.,  140 

Come,  anxious  sinner,  in  whose  breast,  39 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls,     -         -  202 

Come  Holy  Spu-it,  heav'nly  dove,     -  51 

Come  let  us  use  the  grace  divine,  -         -  126 

Come,  my  bretlu-en,  let  us  try,     -       -  20 

Come  old  and  come  young,  and  hear,  &c.,  193 

Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing,  -  29 
Come  we  that  love  the  Lord,  -         -         -  30 

Come,  ye  converts,  come  and  welcome,  175 

Come  ye  disconsolate,  where'er,  &c.,     -  11 

Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy,       -  68 

DANIEL'S  wisdom  may  we  know,       -  223 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert,     -         -  16 

Day  of  Judgment,  day  of  wonders,  -  224 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep,        -         -  14 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word,    -  76 

ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand,         -         -     167 

FAREWELL  my  brethren  in  the  Lord,  222 
Farewell,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu,  -  137 
Far,  far  o'er  hill  and  dell,  -  -  -  247 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss,  -  186 
Fly  thou  heavenly  Gospel  message,  -  96 
For  a  season  called  to  part,  -  -  233 
Friends  for  whom  a  Sa\-ior  died,  -  -  108 
From  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain,  144 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  -  231 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,  -  98 
From  whence  doth  this  union  arise,        -     21 

GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us,    -       225 
■  Glory  to  God,  that  I  have  found,  -         -     15 


INDEX    OF   FIE8T   LIXES.  251 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,    -  -  245 

Go  bring  them,  said  the  dying  fair,    -  244 

Go  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord,  -     97 

Go  -when  the  morning  shineth,  -         -  121 

Go  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet,     -  -  142 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah,       -  133 

HAIL  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds,  102 
Hail  heavenly  love,  that  first  began,  -  171 
Hail  thou  blest  morn,  when  the,  &c.,  -  38 
Hail !  thou  once  despised  Jesus,  -  129 
Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad,  &c.,  215 
Hail  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow,  -  -  93 
Hark !  listen  to  the  trumpeters,  -       113 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord,  -  -  49 
Hark,  sinner,Avhile  God  from  on  high,  &c.,  201 
Hark !  the  pealing,  -  -  -  -  145 
Hark  !  what  cry  arrests  my  ear,  -  95 
Hearken  ye  sprightly,  and  attend,  &c.,  168 
Hear  the  royal  proclamation,  -  -  188 
He  dies  !  the  friend  of  sinners  dies,  -  65 
Here  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam,  213 
How  can  I  sleep  when  angels  sing,  -  135 
How  charming  is  the  place,  -  -  232 
How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of,  &c.,  18 
How  happy  every  child  of  grace,  -  67 
How  happy  is  the  man,  &c.,  -         -  163 

How  happy  is  the  man  who  hears,  -  107 
How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot,  -  -  60 
How  lost  was  my  condition,  -  _  85 
How  lovely  the  place  where  the,  &c.,  185 
How  pamfully  pleasing  the  fond,  &c.,  226 
How  precious  is  the  name,  &c.,  -  -  5 
How  prone  axe  professors  to  rest,  &«.,      210 


252  INDEX    OF   riKST    LINES. 

How  sweet  in  the  musing  of  faith,  &c,,  184 

How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys,  &c.,  123 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay,      -         -  230 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,     -  58 

I  HAVE  sought  round  the  verdant  earth,  154 
I  knew  I  was  a  sinner,  the  call,  &c.,  -  6 
I'll  sing  a  song  which  doth  belong,  -  214 
I  long  to  see  the  season  come,  -  -  212 
I  love  to  steal  awhile  away,      -         -  41 

I'm  a  lonely  traveller  here,  -  -  -  111 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger,  -  -  8 
I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,  -  71 
I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan,  -  -  120 
In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways,  -  80 
In  evil  long  I  took  delight,  -  -  -  2 
I  once  enjoyed  my  Lord,  -  -  150 
I  saw  a  wide  and  well-spread  board,  -  236 
I  would  not  hve  alway,  &c.,     -         -  72 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home,     -       -    48 

Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be,         -  -        90 

Jesus  died  on  Calvary's   mountain,  -  221 

Jesus  Christ  has  power  alone,     -  -       208 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,         -  -     56 

Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  has  gone,  -          3 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend,  -    207 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  move,  -       220 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea,     -  -  228 

KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake,   237 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend,  -  -  136 
Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Savior,  -  179 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends,  87 
I/ife  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,       -      243 


IXUEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  253 

Lift  up  your  hearts  to  things  above,  -     92 

Like  a  ship,  see  the  church,  &c.,     -      -  182 

Lo,  he  comes,  in  clouds  descending,  -     46 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear,       -  -     63 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear,  159 

Lord,  -when  together  here  -we  meet,  -  128 

Low  down  in  this  beautiful  valley,     -  170 

MERCY,  O  thou  son  of  David,  -  -116 
Mighty  God,  on  thee  we  call,  -  -  219 
Mournfully,  tenderly,  -  -  -  -  103 
Must  Simon  bear  his  cross  alone,  -  151 
My  Christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love,  141 
My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  &c.,  57 
My  sins,  how  numerous.  Lord,  they  are,   196 

NOW  behold  the  Savior  pleading,  -  10 
Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour,        -  173 

O  CARELESS  sinner,  come,     -         -  127 

O  come,  come  away  from  sin,  &c.,  -  -     66 

O  could  my  soul  this  morning  rise,     -  59 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,  -  -  189 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,    -         -  52 

O  for  a  heart  that  loves  to  pray,    -  -     88 

O  for  that  tenderness  of  heart,  -         -  131 

O  how  happy  are  they,         -         -  -     40 

O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh,  -         -  158 

O  learn  of  me,  the  Savior  cried,     -  -  235 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,     -  62 

O  Sa-\dor  of  sinners,  when  faint,  &c.,  -  216 

O  tell  me  where  the  dove  is  flown,     -  147 

O  thou  in  whose  presence,     -         -  -     61 

O  thou  my  soul  forget  no  more,  -  242 
O  turn  ye,  poor  sinners,  for  why  will,  &c.,  55 


254  INDEX   OP  FiaST   LINES. 

Our  Father,  who  in  heaven  art,  -  217 
O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,         -       -         -     44 

PRAYER,  is  appointed  to  convey,  -  176 
Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice,  -  205 
Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,      -       204 

RISE,  Sun  of  glory,  rise,  -  -  -  105 
Rouse  ye,  at  the  Savior's  call,    -         -       157 

SALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name,  75 
Salvation,  O  the  joj-fiil  sound,  -  -  32 
Savior,  visit  thy  plantation,  -  -  218 
Saw  ye  my  Savior  !  Saw  ye  my  Savior  !  9 
Say,  bretbien  dear,  why  sleep  we  here,  192 
Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within,  -  86 
See,  brothers,  see  how  the  day  rolls  on,  109 
See  the  eternal  Judge  descending,  -  124 
Since  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God,  -  -  81 
Sinners,  tliis  solemn  truth  regard,  .  -  91 
Sinners,  turn,  why  will  you  die,  -  -  122 
Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message,  -  50 
Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely,  -  197 
Soft  be  the  gently  breathing  notes,  -  234 
Stop,  poor  smners,  stop  and  think,    -         119 

THE  chariot,  the  chariot,  its  wheels,  &c.,  200 
The  Christian  has  a  light  to  shine,  -  191 
The  day  has  come,  the  joyful  day,  -  206 
The  day  is  past  and  gone,  -  -  -  25 
The  gospel  trumpet  has  been  blown,  -  47 
The  glorious  light  of  Zion  is,  &c.,  -  -  174 
The  Lord  has  call'd,  has  call'd  me,  &c.,  190 
The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes,  -  35 
The  hours  of  evening  close,  -  -  -  238 
The  morning  light  is  breaking,  -         -       104 


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The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet,         -  84 

The  people  called  Christians,         -  -  139 

The  pleasm-es  of  earth  I  have  seen,  &c.,  70 

The  pure  testimony  pour'd  forth,  &c.,  17 

The  rains  descended,   and  the  floods,  -       4 

There  is  a  foimtain  filled  -with  blood,  110 

There  is  a  happy  land,  far,  far  away,  lo2 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,         -  134 

There  is  an  hour  divinely  blest,     -  -  172 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,      -  64 

There's  not  a  bright  and  beaming  smile,  79 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  &c.,     -  177 

This  book  is  all  that's  left  me  now,       -  7 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show,       -  112 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  &c.,    -  -  211 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Cedron,  &c.,         -  203 

Though  youth's  delightful  bloom,  -  -  195 

Together  let  us  sweetly  live,       -         -  160 

To  leave  my  dear  friends,  &c.,       -  -     26 

To  the  flowing  sti'eams  of  Jordan,       -  77 

Triumphant  Zion,  hft  thy  head,    -  -  187 

■\VATCHMAX  !  tell  us  of  the  night,  101 

"SVe  are  on  our  journey  home,         -         -  181 

"Welcome  sweet  dav  of  rest,        -         -  36 

"We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above,  155 

What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear,         -  28 

What  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear,         -  1 14 

"What's  this  that  steals  iipon  my  frame,  161 

"What  various  hind'rances  we  meet,    -  83 

"WTien  converts  first  begin  to  sing,  -         -  164 

When  for  the  eternal  world  I  steer,    -  146 

When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name,  241 

ANTien  I  can  read  mv  title  clear,  -         -  34 


256  INDEX    OF   FIRST    LINES. 

'WTien  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld,      -  166 

When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain,  24 

"When  shall  we  all  meet  again,  -         -  138 

"WTien  soiTOAVs  encompass  around,  -         -  132 

AVhen  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell,  31 

"When  thou,  my  righteous   Judge,  &e.  13 

"VMien  thy  mortal  life  is  fled,         -         -  229 

"WTien  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow,  &c.,  209 

"Where  is  now  a  righteous  Noah,         -  162 

"WTiere  two  or  thi-ee,  with  sweet  accord,  19 

"While  nature  was  smiling  in  stillness,  &c.,  169 

"WTiile  shepherds  watched  their  flocks,&c.,  246 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger,  22 

Who  but  thou,  Almighty  Spii-it,    -        -  106 

Why,  O  my  soul,  why  weepest  thou,  180 

"SMiy  sleep  we,  my  brethren,  come,  &c.,  69 

Will  you  come  to  the  cross,  I  have,  &c.,  153 

YE  burden' d  souls,  to  Jesus  come,      -  148 

Ye  heralds  of  the  cross,  go  forth,  -         -  194 

Ye  objects  of  sense  and  enjoyments,  &c.,  42 

Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven,         -  199 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee,  -         -  99 

Young  people  all  attention  give,         -  37 


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